Endless, “insane” war

G, even you couldn’t cheer my walk today,

I think every angle of my hated being was

Assaulted, what weapon, what assailant,

Matters not, I pulled myself, crawling, thru’t

And hoped for love, and someone unworthy

Spoke your name – your name! and every frame

Of my being, transformed in a flood of hate and

Love, and I stood up, carried on, in Hope,

Who’s wings, is spirit’s flight, to you, tho I’m one,

Only, love, g, raises you high above, and hope

Settles into my bruises, and you’ve become,

Of fight and light, now, special to my soul