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.