Safe Space. (Known Tales, Stories, Rants)

There he was...

There he was...

Sitting on the first bench, 

With a smirk on his face,

Making my heart clench,

Thinking of ways to hate him, to ignore him,

Yet he had his way in my head.

There he was...

When I had my days of glory, 

And my days of misery.

He stood there like a tree,

Saving me from all the waves of vanity

And from the arrows of criticism.

Twists and turns of events reveal,

How like the rest I saw what he showed,

When there was more underneath the surface.

A flawed, imperfect person,

Full of unsaid words filling in the air,

Only we shared.

.

There he was...

Knocking down my walls,

With the warm sun rays of hope and joy,

Moving away from the clouds of dreary.

There he was...

Teaching me to soar higher,

To be content at every turn,

To sail bravely through a storm,

To lead and to learn.

There he was...

Sitting beside me old and wrinkled,

Looking at the garden full of roses in our sight,

Holding me close whispering to me,

When I was just like it.

Beautiful, yet guarded with words like thorns,

Covering all the good underneath several layers of virtues, 

Longing for compassion.

I saw it all, the seasons changing for good, 

the colors of life a little brighter,

I saw it all, all with him.

Cause there he was, 

Sitting on the first bench,

With a smirk on his face,

Changing when he caught the sight of me,

When no one did,

And smiled to me warmly,

So, I knew then, 

There he is and always will be.