Sentencing

Even on the best of days
when no one else can tell
the ache of eternal suffering
sits dormant, waiting in it's cell
when it comes, it often goes
at times it's mine, at times it's yours
but every time it needs my love
and every time it needs a hug
Even on the best of days
when everything is fine
flying high and laughing long
absorbed by the sky
finding joy in all the things
reminders I'm alive, yet
there it sits, silently
a sentencing for life