Some Days and Nights

Some days and nights I look up to the heavens

and ask God why oh why?

I put my head down, seems like my heartfelt prayers

get nowhere when I try.

So I attempt to regain composure, and my pride swells up

like the stomachs of hungry children without food.

People walking by stare at me, shake their head in disapproval,

I ignore them for they do not see me as I do.

How easy is it to taste what you have not made and judge it?

Because only some know the pain and struggle

in finding strength when you’re weak,

Only some of us.

Only some of us.