You offer me no peace,
no sanctuary, no bliss.
Only strife, only angst.
But if you are a cave,
damp and seeping,
tiring and twisting.
I am an explorer,
faithfully trusting,
a grand optimist.

If our love is a journey,
we planned it all wrong.
If a crack emerges
and light can be seen
I will not relent,
I will explore every bleeding crack and crevice
even as venom seeps through the pores of these walls.
You can be poison,
I have no cure.

I will tent in dark hollows
where jagged rocks speak words
that should have never been spoken,
whispered, murmured, or breathed.


Light!
I will not relent,
I will not turn back.