There is no question of men
that isn’t a mirror questioning me
there is no choice except
what I’ve already failed to choose
There is no love but that
which already exists
there is no call to give any more
than love deserves to give itself
And there is no strength or bravery in me
that I didn’t learn from someone else
so there is no reason to doubt that the giving
is a question that answers itself
The 365 Poetry Project 