A/N: Written for the Mega Prompts Challenge, writing prompts #59 – shape poetry
Because FFN is very picky about shaping things, the first two paragraphs are the bows, the third is the knot in the middle and the last two are the bits of ribbon that dangle down. See my AO3 or da accounts for the picture version!
The Bow of their Lives
They slept in their cases and awoke again, and
fought until they slept once more and
sometimes the fights didn't seem to end, or
the sleep didn't seem to end… but they had to
keep on going anyway, because they still lived.
But sometimes, their lives took on meanings
further and beyond their endless cycles of
fights and sleep. Sometimes they could be
awake and smile and eat and watch television
and spend time together and still live, be alive.
To fight is to live.
Is that not true?
When they fought they were alive and fighting for their lives and the love that they all searched for
And the love they found along the way faded with time except those that touched their hearts and made them recall the love that they searched for.