The Fight

We just stay strong.
In the depths of weakness, through the loss of control and misplaced strength, tired and distressed. We just stay strong. We find that reason, that light to carry on.. And we fight.
Those days we just "give up on" When the ground seems just too hard. And the hurt buzzes throughout our bodies stinging every last bit of hope.
"It will be okay," they dwell. The comfort words meshed with blubbering tears.
We pray that time will just pass us by instead of pleaing God for weapons to fight. The light shines through the constant defeat until the strength becomes victorious.

"It will all be okay," spoken like a champion.

In these words I trust.

3 Months <3

With The Touch of a Kiss

The flowers melt
to chill the air.
Patiently waiting,
anticipating
for the love to dry up
into a million burning colors
against the seamless sky.
And the silent blazing world
glows and glows.

With the wind’s whispers
the ashes begin to sail
upon the rolling waves
down to rest on the autumn
paved ground.

Atop a stare,
the cold intertwining vines
puncture the crisp sky
releasing the first thousand stars;
in her hair and on his lips.
The world freezes into black and white,
silent and still,
blanketed in love
with the touch of a kiss.