Undefeated

The anger hurries through my chest to choke

My tears they haunt and sear my cheek harassed

A rush of pain I feel floods in, I croak.

If waves of sorrow pulse along amassed,

If all this poison enters through a slap,

If bruises are the words, what do I have?

If seldom stars can give their light (no map),

If goodness, hope, and life is dim: no salve.

But love? If I do know a love is there

Then what can love undo in my sad state?

I must let go and see that love is where

The stars are bright. A map I’ll find inflates,

My heart will feel the goodness of my life

And hope will bloom from dust made from my strife.