Well...can we?

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 super power 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.

© trulysincerelyy

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