Shadows of mist covered my eyes-
Lost in the twirls of raindrops.
Over the hill lies the castle of hope-
To which I travel with light footing.
I wonder closer through the storm-
Weather beaten with muscles that ache.
I’m tired and weak from the journey-
I’ve traveled so far to find my place-
In a world that does not know I exist.

I cross the bridge of waters so deep-
To find the door ajar and darkness inside.
A warm bed and rest awaits me,
As I walk to the second floor.
A single candle lit on the bedside table,
With warm water already drawn in the bath.
A dip in the water and dreams of yesterday-
Floating in the midst of my mind-
Of memorable days that replay in the present.

I’ve kept what strength I have-
Making it this far in life.
Mauling over my regrets, my accomplishments-
My mistakes, losses and gains.
As I lay in the softened bed I realize-
That no matter how my life’s going-
No matter whether I can control it or not-
You are the one thing in my life-
That keeps coming back to me-
In which, I am so very thankful.