I Fought

By water will be the method through which I will survive.  I feel it strong right now.  By water I will be and through the rhythms of love I will struggle and survive to the end of now.  I have struggled, my friend.  Oh Lord, I have struggled.  Never given a chance when a chance should have been given, I struggled.  Through the abuse I fought.  Through the hate I fought.  Hateful eyes ripped through me and so I fought.  Hate, the most decrepit, reflected in the eyes of a father and so I fought.  Since birth I fought and that hateful memory.   Why, I thought.  Why?  Where a good father gives good, instead I felt hate.  Fear from a man who should offer safety and his perverse intimations and from the fear I fought.  Unable to be loved from the fear I fought a man who was there to crush instead of coddle as in"You should be broken" and so I fought.  Never feeling safe, never feeling safe, calm just a word without meaning used to impress and so I thought.  But I have found that one hope among a millions, safety amidst the discord, protection from the hate that was birthed my way.  Love for you, for me, and a river  to fish and the answer is clear.  Some have given up.  They say I have no hope and yet, fear from a fathers anger, I will not get mad...I...Love.  Love, that easy memory and ancient joy spoken without words instead just a smile of understanding passes for all.  Each an individual; worthy with the hope to remain whole and I fought for love in the dark deep, I fought for it as for living; a wild animal struggling with lifeblood.  I fought for love as dangling from a seamless wall tearing fingernails from roots and so I fought for love.  For love, daggers drive deep into my soul tipped with poison yet still I fought.  The infection spread though but for love I fought.  A babe ripped from his mothers breast rolled knee deep through shattered glass and still for love I fought.  Breathless without words i scream silently into the darkness one word of great weight and colors ignite...Love.  Love is a mother, brother, sister, family.  The hope from today fading light into tomorrows brighter day.  From struggle to surety, pain to pleasure, from a place of insnity to a place of pure vision I fought for love and when the pain is sifted away like autumn leaves on the wind, When burgeoning hope is met with strong supportive words, when love and pure love, will the fight be over with death and arrival at thelplace of the king, I will have fought and won, for love, the honest, the realest, the difference maker and may I hope for you you soon too wil realize what matters and love, for no other sweet settles the soul quite that way