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.
