How Can It Be?

It’s been now twice upon a time
That she has seen the screen come down.
How can it be the universe
      is so raging indifferent?

It is an awful, heavy weight
That she must carry, all the time:
How came the truth so far
      from its own element?

Somewhere: a statue by the sea –
Someday: a life that’s meant to be –
Somehow: a different type of soul
Than that which she’s been gifted —

It’s now been once too many times,
The shadow’s come across her door:
How can it be that one so small
      has so much to be lifted?


[And yet, it is so. – Owen]

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