a blessing for when it’s not fair

The last time anyone let me say it
– tears in my eyes, straight from the heart –
I was a child.

Didn’t anyone tell you?
Life isn’t fair.

So I swallow it up.

But God, without hearing you say it –
“My love, this isn’t fair” –
I am heartsick.

I ate this sadness and it became embarrassment;
I ate this disappointment and it became bitterness.

God, let me hear you again,
“My love, this isn’t fair.”

You will give me strength to take another step
and courage to face my circumstances
but, before the doing and trying and getting-back-up,
you simply look at me and say:
“I love you. I’m sorry. Let me bless this heartsick day.”