Tuesday, April 24, 2018

knocking

how fiercely we
protect ourselves.

we build walls

to keep pain

out and end

with only walls.

we were hurt

by love or

maybe “love.”

or were we?

maybe we simply

abandoned the field

of play, or battle.



i heard someone

once say that

love conquers all.

i try to believe

that. sometimes

i do. sometimes

i believe

the stories.

where love

has a name,

and it finds me,

finds a home

in my mouth.



somewhere

there is insistent

knocking.

will you rise
or remain hidden.