my quest for love
has seemed a non-ending one
where inner turmoil
and a fierce darkness
threaten to drown me
but every time I slip
into that deep pit of despair
I claw my way out
back towards the light
awakening from near death
to breathe again
so that I survive
I do this because of him
he must be doing the same
for I would expect no less
I must hold on
so that when he finds me
or when I find him
I am there, solid
in part, I live for myself
and I get through each day
for him
who is to be mine
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
in the end i am yours 