defending hope

It was always a bloody mess

an aftermath of a rainy street fight

where we were often outnumbered 

by fate and its allies 

waiting and lurking 

in the dark depths of every slight.

But - you and me , 

we fought valiantly 

never missing a fitting response.

And though we fell 

we fell -defending our hope and faith

against time and it's henchmen.

And we rose - again and again 

cleaned of our bruises - hued in black and blue

some washed with paint 

so no one knew ...

some with patience and 

calm acceptance. 

and then resumed our lives 

putting every defeat behind. 

For we always had each other -and our love