Something bad

that is really something good.

It hurt

but felt good when it was done

How much does the bad and good have to connect?

Is there a piece of gold

hidden in the cracks of a

broken heart?

Sure, there is

We cannot see it yet

We know it’s there

Hope it’s there

Although sometimes bad isn’t good

and

good isn’t bad.

Sometimes it is wrapped into a ball

spinning, swirling

Making us dizzy

with its incongruency.

We want to believe

it is all for the best,

but the best may not be good

It may just simply be.