can we find love

in a hopeless place?

in a broken place,

in and between

all this open space.

i reach my arm and hand out to touch you

but there's nothing there.

hurt by the reality that in the battlefield of love,

no hearts shall be spared

the pure hearts are the first to get wounded.

trampled, despised.

evil eyes fixate on your wholeness it's whole life,

conspiring a breakdown

never once anticipating a break through.

i have a secret.

if i tell you in this poem i write,

do you promise me you'll keep it?

i've unlocked my strength by boasting in my weakness.

the truth is your superpower dwells in the presence of meekness.

now this wisdom bestowed does not guarantee life will be light,

times may be heavy

but you still fight for your right to love

to be loved

to self love

in whatever place you stand.

the fight is internal,

it is not with your hands.

written 2/20/2023

© trulysincerelyy