Home.
My cruel beloved,
I was a wounded stray,
with no home to lay my tortured mind to rest.
When I met your warm deep eyes,
I was in pain,
I was fearful, alone,
and yet...
I wanted neither food nor shelter.
I wanted only to remember,
that I had value,
that I was still human...
It was enough to stand near you in silence,
It was enough to meet your eyes with a smile.
But you discarded me,
carelessly, indifferently, cruelly...
You left me to die in the storm.
you left me to bleed out from the deep wounds I was dealt,
you left me to drown in the turbulent sea,
you left me to fall apart into nothing.
You left me to crawl,
you left me to drag myself all across the thorns below,
you left me to heal or die,
and Destiny was kind-
because I healed and I made myself a home.
I healed and came home to myself.
