The years have been hard,
A dullness, a dark room without any light.
Hands always stretching out ahead, chasing,
Everything always just out of reach.
I thought of you when I needed some colour in the darkness,
A flash of hope, of what I might one day find.
I always had you in the back of my mind, a faceless silhouette,
An imaginary hand to hold, someone to have my back.
Always a hope, an imaginary person who could never exist,
A mind broken and unrepairable, always wanting the impossible.
A decade later and I found ways to light up my own self,
Ways to heal my own soul.
My imaginary person no longer a hope to be held onto,
A dream lost, acceptance and independence taking its place.
A few more years come to pass,
A complete loss of hope, of self.
A change of scenery,
A new found freedom, new beginnings.
A new person,
Appearing out of nowhere, a shock to the system.
Like a breath of fresh air, a sudden cold shower,
Life was no longer just a dim light, colours were returning.
So many words, positive and freeing,
Butterflies and rainbows and everything else in between.
Nights spent talking, sharing,
Happiness no longer seemingly out of reach.
Fate always finds a way,
Destiny, it seems, cannot be avoided.