A love poem to myself

Fields of grain,

Misty plaines,

Soft warm earth,

A love has been birthed.

A love for a self,

Longer for,

Dreamed of.

Before you I stand,

My girl from distant lands.

I believed you were gone my dearest once again.

I keep thinking I forget you and you hate my friend.

You are the love of my life,

Away I can not stray.

Because I am you,

You are they,

They are we,

We is me,

I am me.

I have lost myself so many times!!

I think as I come to the realization of I’m still here.. we just worked through so much.

We went through so much.

In such a short time.

Of course your tired.

You worked hard and now you rest.

And you value it.

It’s all a process.

I’m here.

We’re here.