The problem with love is that
It hurts so much as it heals.
It’s a form of physical therapy for the soul
Stretching us farther than we think is possible,
Ever pushing us toward greater resolve.
Just when we think we can hold no more
A door opens to new energy
We arise refreshed and ready
To beat back our own demons again.
The fear, the anger, the sadness of loss
Can only vanquish us if we stop loving.