It's Never Daisies

Home

Hopelessness, that constant feeling of not wanting to wake to endure another day,

That nagging, never wanting to return home, all for the fear of not feeling at home.

It is lifting, not leaving. But lifting.
It is still there, present and prying but
less so than it's ever been before.

You've become somewhat of a distraction
my own secret escape.

Home has become more than four fragile walls holding a dysfunctional family.

Home; it's become bright,
Light that walked or more so stumbled into my life in the form of this silhouette.

Home is where you find comfort, where you are shown love and where there is stability?

I'm not sure how or why someone thought me worthy of this, but I have found that in you.

Everything, it's you.

You have become this beacon and although I can not make sense of what that means believe me in saying that it's nothing less than absolute perfection.

You make me feel at ease with myself,
It's as though in finding you I've slowly but surely been finding parts of myself too.

Although you can not fix what I am you have helped me in accepting I need no mend for I am not broken.

You have thought me to come to terms with me and for that I am so very grateful. I love you for teaching me I could love me.

My dearest; I love all that you are and all that you have done; everything.

I cherish what we've become and I have gained faith for our little in between, you have changed me for the better;

So again thank you;
you have saved a little mess like me.

I love you

-n|s