You weave in the day

With your gentle stride

And your old beat up work boots.

Even when

I am only

A lack of

Lucidity

And venom.

You breathe validation

Into my bones;

You don't know what a fool of myself I've made.

You treat me like the queen I am;

Placing me on the pedestal of your hands

And heart.

Your breathing chest is a haven;

If I press myself up against you

You liberate me

And In that embrace

I have foundation

And courage;

I see what I need to be molded into;

What I can be

When I'm with you.