Finding Home

A flutter, a spark, starry nights— the sky turning amber in the start.

When the fire glows, the ashes reveal the truth: the smouldering coal, the vehement heat, and the steady, rhythmic beat.

The wind howls, it’s a wild thing— deciding to let the flame go, or let it live.

It hurts, it burns; it keeps me warm, it keeps me safe.

You are the anchor, the fuel, the rock, the gale— holding me to the ground, while I fly over the world.

Bright skies, colourful flowers, a flutter in the heart— were always there. But in the embers and the blaze, my heart is at peace. It found its home.

Sometimes, love isn't perfect- It's just real.