I am an imperfect reflection of love
I crave justice for the innocent
Ones who need it most, who deserve it.
Longing to erase scars unasked for, abuse uncalled for.
I am a stubborn iron pole planted deep in the ground
unmovable in my quest for peace.
Unwavering in the wind, standing strong through storms;
I cannot be penetrated by powerful strikes.
I am numb to the ice cold and I stay cool in the heat
I fight battles in silence.
Words can be powerful mechanisms
when falling on listening ears, then again
twisted words turn hope into fear, fear of the unknown.
Can a hardened heart learn to love an enemy?
What is peace anyway if not to learn to be at peace.