It is very rare
that I can be
apathetic and
be nothing to someone
and have it be
enough.
But with my
people of peace
I am only myself.
I don't have to be a
boss, a mother,
a provider, not even
a lover.
This love is given
freely and infinitely.
I find comfort in
both of their arms
and hearts, yet I don't need it
to sustain me.
We choose each other.
When one cup is empty,
the others can fill:
with encouragement,
with hopes and dreams
and endless love and laughter.
Sometimes it breaks my heart,
dreaming of the
alternate universe where
my family exists as a whole
and I'm not exhausted
from mourning and
my mother calls me every day.
But it is not so.
And when I open my eyes
in this universe
I see them as glittery stars
in a somber night.
I am waiting for dawn.
