Of where will you speak, knowing?

Where do I belong, is it

in your heart,

the home of your most true feelings,

the very feelings which

pump life into your being, make you

wish to breath, wake up, exercise,

and face the day

knowing that you will return

to the very same place?

If it is THERE that I belong, what

happens when that trust is

essentially broken, when I become

someone not deserving of such a place,

when I fail because I do not really know

what it is that I am doing. Is

forgiveness a possibility in such a

scenario?

I spent hours trying to think of

what it was that drew me to you, the elements

of our closeness (it seemed that we had

both frozen in time, due to a paralysis,

not knowing

that we would simply be repeating the same mistakes,

the very same ones which drove us crazy)

and it rose upon me,

the theme of the moment, that I was

very much lost,

trying to find the roots,

the nourishment which would

jumpstart my growth. Maturity.