12" x 24" print on high quality photo paper

I fight for love but the battleground seems personal. It’s among the oddest portion of our bones. Of two lost souls. Of polarized proportions. Of needless thought and consideration. It has split me so many times I can barely see myself. I see a reflection of one who once was and one who wants to be. Always in the middle. Always treading. All ways. It is this that brings me low but gives me the strength to reach above. My disconnected breath is trapped and echoes until it fades. Still I stand. I wait