The Blood & The Bones

There was time when I thought love was always the inevitable victor … that it would knock down doors and stubborn fools in its way to finding a place to push into spaces closed to it.

It would prevail even in the final hour. Even when the path is littered with land mines and broken glass, failed endeavors and their fallen owners.

I have always wanted to believe that there was something I could give that would fill in the cracks of the fragmented. Even if it took a lot from me, leaving me a little empty and making them more complete. And I lived by this motto, this creed.

But now, years of bruises and wounds later, cut soul and soles all too familiar with way of the wayward, I know that not even love can heal the hearts of some broken men.

And, yet, I will

still

love them anyway….

the blood

& the bones