There are too many warriors here,

Fighting on while I wonder

What’s the point?

Too many victims here,

People struggling against

The force of life-

People punished, for what crime?

Too many survivors here

Reminding us of those who

Are not here.

Who we want desperately to be here.

Too many battles here,

When all logic says give up

Too many closed doors

Too many whispered conversations

Too many weak smiles

Too many hugs and back rubs

Too many wet cheeks

Too many glances held for one

Too many seconds.

There is too much strength here,

When we need to be weak.

When we need someone else to lean on

But feel their weight on us.

There is too much strength here,

And too much weakness too.