Luck

You’ve gotten to the point where you didn’t care anymore,

Or couldn’t care anymore if one more thing went wrong,

Because you felt like it would be the end,

Your well had run dry,

Your supplies had been exhausted,

And your collapse seemed imminent,

Whatever that would have meant for you.

And you know you’ve felt that, and maybe you worry that you could feel it again,

Or it’s never left you completely,

Or it comes back to visit you,

More often than you’d like,

And stays longer than you’d like.

Sometimes I meet the ones for whom that one more thing went wrong,

And for them all that could break was broken,

And I hear it in the sad words they’ve spoken,

And I realize that there is both a lot and a little that separates us,

And I can’t know their pain,

Nor can I overstate mine,

But I know that what separates me from them is not my strength,

Not my patience,

Not my smarts,

Not my heart,

But luck.