In February this year, the writing platform, Sweek, conducted a writing competition for Valentines’ Day. This story is my official entry for the competition, and although the competition got over a long time ago, I’d love for you to read, share and send your feedback!
I have heard that, in the end,
Love always wins the war.
But in smaller battles,
When the gunman grins,
And flowers start to wither,
And hope melts away like candle wax,
And brothers turn against each other,
And angry embers are what remain,
Of seething, hateful flames…
Prayers cannot heal our burns,
Nor will Victory bring with it Peace.