Sticks and Stones

I swipe up and down
left and right
Looking for love
From the people
I care for 
and from those
I don't even know
I'm in a seemingly 
endless war
Trying to find
Inner peace
With what goes on 
What may be coming
And what's no more
I try to pick myself up
Every morning
Like the mourning dove 
That builds her nest
with broken twigs 
From the dead tree
In the old grove
I too begin the new day 
With a hopeful heart
Despite the pain 
in my bones