Cinquain #18

Love is

My work, but lately

I have felt a challenge in

My trust in this work. Maybe I am

Supposed to…

Report only

On the facts and

Sort through the files of honesty,

Or perceptions like a detective searching for reasons

I suffer

Physically in

This world. How can

I trust love when I see

Only Swiss cheese holes in hopeful expressions of

Wellness and

Love. How?

How can I trust

Love is working when all I

Hear is contempt turning out to be self-talk

Projected from

A plea

For understanding our struggle

A bothersome hang nail in living’s

Love, a weed growing in my own garden.

That’s all.