poem 1. day 9.
i have a league of poems that are willing to fight for you
a myriad of sonnets ready to wage war on your behalf
strong and valiant and courageous
they form a front line
that is impossible to defeat
they find pride in becoming martyrs for a cause so worthy
a ransom so wonderful
they abandon their armor to taste the truth of love.
their only weapon, their nakedness, their fearlessness
yet how is it, that it is never quite enough to claim victory?