A fact of life

After a while she realized

it didn’t take endurance

to keep on loving,

nor was it heroic, really —

It was more like breathing —

something she must do

to be alive

And if she felt wrung out

and dry and hollow,

it wasn’t due to lack of loving

so much as lack of noticing

her love was insurmountable

There might be sorrow

and frustration

and righteous voices

shouting down the value of her love

but love would win

for she could never cease

and so her love would always be enough.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 12, 2014