Struggles

Is it the times when we are lost
Or felt too true to love

Is it the creature in us
Or the fire of our past

Is it the water of wishes
Drowning us weightlessly

or the baggage of god
lusting for powers
That has left us dying
Without seeing clarity

I sometimes feel
The need to feel love
And thought of the past
Merged to now

The love that we seek
Has made us bleed
It has killed and died
Through the desire we have

Yet it is love
That is life
Without the struggles
Our love will be mundane
Without the struggles
The happiest will be lost

If we draw a picture
Of our highs and lows
We will realize that all is love
And while I write this poem
We are rippling across to each other
Saying all the crazy things
That we know so much about
That we are
Life