facing a wall
pounding fists into a surface
that will never give way
never fall to pure human force.

we hit though;
hoping for solace in pain
channeling anger
channeling frustration
channeling love.

when we halt our forces
when we give up our efforts
the wall has won.

slumping against a hard surface
the numbness starts to fade
and pain surfaces.

hands red
knuckles bruised
we are reminded of love

thoughts emerge from the haze
emotions surface from the fog;
suddenly we see.

standing up,
we breathe
and we begin again.