when it’s not fair (it really isn’t)

The last time anyone let me say it—
tears in my eyes, straight form 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 say,
“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.”