Little footsteps of angels reeled from above. Beating wings of innocence and smiles of home. Warmth of life, scent of love and cries of comfort. Toys scattered on the floor and things knocked over. Floors drawn on and walls labelled. I have held hope for you, one moment at a time.
It is easy to give up on dreams of mundanity in the circle of my life. I have bled in the sun and remained in the dark. I have dampened in the heat and drenched in rain. I have felt storms of all weathers, but alas I have not been swept by the breeze of spring. I have dreamed of seeing you, and holding you in my arms. A home where we belong. Love that never falters, safety that never forgets and doors that never close. More than a family, a place to belong. A partner who stands with me and you in our arms.
Times do feel hopeless as it is time for fall. I have withered in my summer and winter took my all. The sun burnt me forcing me to hide my self with scars of shame, the fall came and the winter holds me hostage. I yearn for a spring where I can live happy, free to be myself and not unwelcomed by all.
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