Fighting Complication

His touch screams complications

His mind is filled with angry moments

His body takes inner hits

His outer body shows consistent bruising

I touch him, he flexes

I reach for his hand

He stares at me unfamiliar like

Like tonight of love and passion was non-existent

This is a shadow that fills his eyes

A dark omen that plagues his soul so

A talk does not cover the details of historic horror

His words sound shallow

Filling his eyes with salty seas

The streams that line the pores of his face

Waterfalls of endless pain

I am unsure of the world that forms his mind

The objective is to cover him with the love that can be reassured

But the more the love is poured the more he drinks

The thirst of a love staved man is unsatisfied

The dreams that rides from his imagination is draining

No future to be proud of

No life to say is worth committing to another

The foul actions that always present a blank action is worthless

In the lost love the loss of another is killer

This he explains in 50 words or less

The pains of walking down memory lane is unforgivable

The minusing factor is unbearable

But I tell him that I am here

I am not going anywhere for as long as he wants me

I drown my self in his soulless, lifeless eyes

I search for the color that once was there

I cradle him in my arms til he falls asleep

I dress my hair in a way that pleases him

But even I know that it is not enough

So I incorporate Me and Myself

The trio of my personality is willing to fight

To the place the whole armor of God on

To fight for his rights to love like a Malcolm X activist

To go to war against the shadows that bar his soul so

I shed blood for the cause

The purpose of setting his soul free

I am that soulja girl that fights for my POA

I am a veteran of Gods love

The love I share will rescue him from the darkest fears of his life

I will be the one he comes home to

To guide him to the kitchen table

To get him his drink when he is ready

To sit next to him as we watch a movie

To lay down next to him as we sleep

He fights in his sleep

I hide the bruises as I fight back

To hold him past the nightmares

To stop the streams that falls from the black and white orbs

I lay on top of him so he can hold me tight

My body is a vessel of relief

This is the woman I must be to bring this Man back to me

A woman of continuous strength and understanding

I am power

I am woman