Accept upon yourself that you'll be hurt.
The slings and arrows sometimes find their mark
Directed by some malice as they arc
On a trajectory you can't subvert.
And as you tend the wounds upon your soul
When life itself seems bleeding out, you cry
What have I done? You feel as if you'll die.
And no one's there with answers that console.
It's never you, no matter what your role.
Deserve you may, but reason don't apply.
Free Will determines all, man's in control.
Know that such hurtful acts speak, on the whole
Much more about the one you must defy.
Do not allow these barbs to change your goal.
Frank Garnick