As I sit here on my own,
I hold back a quiet groan.
I feel like this most of the time:
like I’ve committed a sort of crime.
I was always quiet and sad:
something made me glad;
someone came into my life;
as if like a small pocket knife.
I never expected this:
this overwhelming kiss.
it’s a new feeling for me:
this feeling of being free.
he brought me from the bottom:
just like the leaves of autumn.
he built me back to myself:
like a book to the shelf.
I forgot what that felt like:
the confidence of a spike;
the sensitivity I left behind;
to avoid the daily grind.
It’s back now though
and I now know.
it’s something I can do
to be myself too.
I need him close to
help me face my foes,
inside and out,
it removes all doubt.
My Life Story 