The love is for all those whose hearts
Are tough from being torn apart
By heartbreak’s touch, by betrayal’s agony,
And are too scared to once again start.
The strength is for all those whose nights
Are full of terrors and invisible frights,
Who spend their days enduring silently
To stay alive in an endless fight.
And if pain is all they’ve ever known,
If they have no hope to call their own,
Then for them, I imbue these words with bravery
To hold on, for they are not alone.
© Jade M. Wong