Battle Grounds (Sonnet 0109)

Love, feared to be lost, has been found again

Memories tug at heartstrings like a young

child, desperate not to be forgotten.

Harsh Words stand ready to spring from the tongue,

but Time, the gentle beast, calms the fiercest

of inner demons, laying steady hands

on those two hearts enraged, putting to rest

flames that pulsed through veins, leaving Love to stand

alone, battered but intact, the battle

fought, yet far from won. Exhaustion takes hold,

whispering false safety, his deceitful

promises alluring, but weak as gold.

Soon Survival reigns, taking sweet Love in

and the rejoining of two hearts begins

myriah