Your warmth is like that of the damp grass on a summer day.
It rises and surrounds my heart.
It travels from my feet to the top of my head. At times in can be sweet like a gentle stream flowing on a spring afternoon. Sometimes it is bitter like a cold winter night. There is a vast desert in my mind. A place that is vacant and dry. A place that rips me from the forest of my heart. A place that reminds me that I was not enough. It's difficult to find my way back when I enter this desert but I become hopeful again. I'm not trapped here forever. Just as any extreme, the blazing heat or bitter cold of this place is enough to make me give up. I refuse to stay here but I won't leave without you. I try to follow my heart and trust there is more beyond this oasis of life we have reached. It is your warmth that compels me to push through not to give in. I continue forward to the highs and lows of the mountains of circumstances and decisions. Beyond the mountains are the forests of rebirth and opportunity. Will we reach them through patience and dedication.
Hold my hand.
Share our warmth and push through.
This is not the end, but rather the beginning.
