Why Is It (We Can)

why is it?
we can only see clearly
by virtue of loss?
we can only see suffering
when we are suffering?
we can only feel compassion
when we are hurting?
we only stand up
when we're pushed in a corner?
we can only find God
when the situation is hopeless?

we spend our whole lives
building walls that keep us
from being free!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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