Complete

Sometimes I can't stand to see
Survivors
They waltz in the door
Strangers to me
And I'm bitterly
Underwhelmed
At how little they appreciate
Surviving

Still I know
The power to choose
Who lives and dies
Is not mine for a reason
I don't see the bigger picture
All things work together for the good
Sometimes it is someone else's good
Not mine
And I have to accept that

I may not know
Who this was for
Was it for you?
We talk about you
As though you are missing something
But it is us who are missing you
You aren't missing anything
You are complete