not one, nor two, and not once, nor twice,
a game of this and that, of back and forth,
in zest and true spirit, and not of its rules,
but bent here, broken there, with no fixes.
Still, not the time to regret, nor cry over,
not halfway through yet, hard or smooth,
the love of it, in bits and pieces all over,
yet, the journey isn't finished, way to go.
Counting on courage to take it all in stride,
and the will to keep moving, and not tired,
strength in solitude to give good company,
to keep testing the limits of its endurance.
Now to kill a hope with a will to resurge,
to rise again above all the clouds of loss,
to keep feet steady, and the head strong,
to not tremble with hurt, pain or sorrow.
To not ever be crushed by weight of love -
that love that wasn't gained nor was lost;
that love that simply was and also wasn't -
but hold the head, and inspire the heart.
The only way is where the heart is, that
stands this all and still wants it even more;
that pure spirited life of adventure and joy,
of courage, of hope, and one, again, of love.