The thin ice of time
suspends a laundry list
of lingering realities
echoing a plethora
of unanswered questions.
Once bells ring,
they can never be un-rung---
like truth can never be lies,
neither can shadowing the pain
hide the scars.
It is what it is,
and all pity parties
have been cancelled.
Oh yeah, my brothers and sisters,
it is what it is:
Now you must bear the burden
of what it is.