I have been traveling today to see family, so this one is a little late (technically a day late).
New Self by: Rose Clifford
Like the warm sun showering my closed eyes,
You make home in the yearning parts of me,
That need the quiet. The comfort. The ease,
Of a soft voice whispering I love you,
But with the meaning of a thunder storm.
Breaking down the previous shelter,
That has been made with splintered wood,
You rebuild a titanium structure. Solid.
Stable. Strong and ready for this new self,
That I must thank you for.