there are poems

there are poems that talk about love
about peace
about passionate beauty
but this is not one of them

there are those that glorify god and creation
from this floating blue marble
to the tides of the ocean that hold it
yet this is not one of them

there are some that talk about valor
about an unyielding strength in the face of daunting odds
about stoicism that won't falter
still this is not one of them

there are verses that delve in the power of friendship
of bonds realized in due time and process
of a life well-lived and death carved out in honor
no, this is not one of them

there are the poems that whisper of taking the call
of awareness and redemption
of a fight fought hard and tranquility earned
but i'm sorry to say: this is not one of them

all these speak and elicit attention
they witness and hold truth
they cradle within an ounce of hope, ever enduring
but alas, this is not
and never will be
one of them