I see those amber skies returning,
Begging me to remember who I was,
Whom, I have always been,
A warrior,
Someone who didn't prey on the weak,
But relished in the wicked defeated,
A lover,
Showing it so unconditionally,
Without question when found,
A friend,
To shine on their darkest day,
And allow the rain to fall freely,
I was...
I am.
Someone, of substance and morals,
Someone, of honor, and virtue,
Someone, of undying love, and relentless truth,
Someone, through trial and tribulation,
allowed themselves to harden...
Forgetting how soft they really were.
I no longer allowing the lines on the sand,
To be blurred by people who wish to define me,
I will remain me even if they leave,
Even if they spurn and speak malice,
Even if they turn all those around unto me,
I understand now,
That if people wanted to....
If they wanted to give love or time,
Become a home, become your peace,
Become the thing you dreamed of,
They would...