Consolatory Temperature.

I have found my flame,
The influential fuse that molds me,
Melts my wax and creates various shapes.

This caressing heat feels like home.
The warmth it brings has never made me feel more alive.
My being as one was whole,
I just never contemplated I was missing my catalyst.

This routine I’ve slipped into is comforting.
Knowing my new supporting foundation is sturdier and stronger.
Giving me more room to walk,
Trusting it won’t collapse beneath my weight,
And the pressure placed upon it.

Finding this road was challenging
Tear yourself apart; shred yourself into pieces, and re-start from scratch,
These are the only directions you'll be given,
The initiative to follow them is all up to you.

The outcome on the other hand, is much farther than expected.
Take it from someone who's experienced it all,
What you get in return is increased immensely in size compared to what you put in.

That gap that was missing in my heart has now been occupied.
I feel whole again, and happy as truthfully as possible.
I’m restarting my life, with one person and one person only.

I’m reaching farther than the cliché’s
Pushing past the broken promises,
And throwing in that extra ounce of effort,
To keep this feeling as close to me as possible.

Seeing how much I’ve benefited to something like this,
I will shove it into the mind of those I love,
For it would be selfish for me to keep such a wonderful feeling to myself.

The one of hope, faith, security, happiness, truth, support, and well being.

Be the Chaperone of My Entity.

I walk barefoot down this darkened road
And feel the past rain underneath my feet.

I inhale; allowing the moisture fills my lungs with every breath.

With my face directed to the stars above me,
I allow these constellations direct me to where I’m headed.

My mind is clear, thinking of absolutely nothing else,
But the discovery that inspiration is beyond my persona.

These twinkling lights posses my trust,
Allowing their guidance to take me towards the unknown.

I close my eyes, and believe in the security they’ll instill inside of me.

My heart beats; steady, calming and controlling my pulse.

Whenever I’m in need of guidance,
These refracting lights will be all the persuasion I need.

That was once upon a time, when the stars would show their faces.

They’d shine brightly through the skies,
And light up my darkened road, ever so lightly.

Just enough to grant me a sense of knowledge;
To know where I’m headed, and to look back to where I once was.

Recently, these stars have hidden,
For they have found something better and more appreciative to shine on.

My trudging steps down this road become heavier and heavier.

Tripping in holes in the road,
And stumbling upon branches, broken off of other trees.

I must admit, I yearn for those stars,
Which aided me through this path.

Lighting the way so I wouldn’t stumble,
Or to let me know that the fall down wasn’t so long.

I’ve always been grateful of those stars,
Just never been the one to show it in public.

I was afraid that if I showed my reliability,
It would make it more vulnerable to be broken.

I stop, noticing a split in the road.

The heels of my tattered jeans are now soaked,
A result from walking through cold puddles.

I’ll close my eyes, pondering on which decision to make
Holding my breath, counting my heartbeats.

In hopes that when I open my eyes,
The stars will be back to shine brightly upon me.