Wednesday, January 12, 2011

My Heart is an Arena

 

Optimism takes a quick rest, unaware that the timer has started.

Despair creeps up.


A direct blow to the face and the fight breaks out! Optimism is quick to the feet in response.


               "love your enemies"


                                    “to hell with them all"

"God is with us"


                                    “screw him too"


And so it continues. 

Scratched, cut and bruised, in a front row seat, I'm soon wounded in their crossfire.


I root for optimism.
Hope shows up late to the scene,
taking a seat next to me.


Misery and hate jeer from across the grass.


The score is tied at the half and nobody knows how this is going to go down.

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