Life’s like that…

In the dark of the night, in the deep of the soul
the entire being struggles and wails
the pain unbearable to this frail mortal
and the tears give way, one following another

reaching out in the dark for a helping hand
for an understanding heart and a loving word
crying out in the heart for a familiar face
someone who knows all, someone who cares

all trials failed and all arguments lost
confused and exhausted lay beneath the stars
physically weak and mentally drained
incapable of thought or action or speech

like a deer brought to the brook of living waters
and does not know how to drink of it
miserable is the soul rendered blind by the heart
dying of thirst but reluctant to sip

the options are not many but one if any
the destiny is clear or blurred by the tears
the choice is to drink from the brook
or to invite death brought from the thirst

'self imposed' and 'foolish' it seems
to all who see through the worlds view point
but tell me my friend would the fish fall in the net if it knew its destiny?
or the lamb not run away if it knew that it would be slaughtered?

some call it destiny some call it luck
still some don't shy away to judge those in strife
whatever we call it or think about it a lot
no one can understand it for this, my friend, is life