Fortress Runaways

His love
Wrote black and blue poems
Across my skin.
Made everything I did
A sin.
Convinced me to believe
That I was dirty.
So I ran.

It took years to finally realize
When I ran away
I left a house.
Not a home;
I’ve never had a home.
So I built one;

A fortress
Made of breathing beating hearts
Pounding out the words,
I love you,
Against the suffocating dark.
Where love demands no tests.
And those inside are welcomed
To find rest.


About Z.

Poetic pipe and cigar enthusiast rifling through the haunted memories of a not so distant past while openly wrestling with faith and God. A rambling writer with the misguided notion that he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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2 Responses to Fortress Runaways

  1. “Where love demands no tests…” I really like that line. Did you design/do the picture? It’s stunning.


    • Z. says:

      Thank you. I believe that this poem will be revisited. I feel unfinished with it.

      The image I found online, but I removed it because I felt it offset the balance of the format. I will probably use it in another post at another time.

      Again thank you. I always appreciate your thoughts and comments!


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