Attempting to piece myself

Back together

With the fragments of your love

And found objects

Sacred objects

As sacred to me

As you

Building blocks

Of healthy habits

Healthy love

And communication

Self-reflection and confrontation

In the mirror

Harsh judgement

Chasm, angst

Held hostage by guilt

And fear

Uncertainty prevails

The test is here

Succumb to madness

And lose you forever

Or remain intact – just holding on

Pursuing betterness

And have you embrace my patience

And eventually, me

I hope

Hope, a fragile concept

Or perhaps one stronger than all

A mighty feat but

Tender at its heart

Swathes of history soaked in its power

Hope runs through man through time

Religion

Turmoil

Belief

Yearning

Pain

Ultimately, all roads lead back to hope

It is all we have