Of Solace and Love

I find myself deep down a hole,

Cherishing what all deemed makes you a whole;

Solace on the heart, solace on the soul,

Giving me a semblance of bare minimum control.

I find it is easy to forget, hard to accept,

An endless conflict of ease and regret.

In times it is my only threat,

Others a luring reassuring silhouette,

Breaking my walls without the break of a sweat,

Moving my heart like a weakling marionette.

I find it lovely to feel,

Aching with heal,

Either utterly genteel,

Or further making me of steel.

But maybe in time it won't always feel in vain,

Someday I will head and say bar restrain,

"I am in no longer pain and its everlasting reign!"

I will feel my breath, I will feel it rain,

And love will no longer be my bane.