Somewhere, There Is Love

Somewhere, there is love.

It is buried beneath a graveyard of dreams.

It can be found under the shattered pieces of ego.

There is love hidden in the shrouds of an uncertain tomorrow

and the shadows created by fear.

When the heart is crusted by hardship and sealed by an apathetic world,

protect it but leave a crack open.

Let some hope to seep in so love can also.

Through the noise and dissonance created by doubt, there is love.

Just breath deeply and sort through the crescendos.

When there is cold space on the bed and no lips to kiss

and the world seems unkind, look deep within yourself.

There is love.

Somewhere, there is love.