Because I am beautifully and wonderful ly woven

When my path of tears, struggles, anxieties,  anger, is mixed with a couple wonderful souls with whom I cannot imagine my life without.
When the giving becomes the fuel for finding other paths.
When confusion is mixed with shame, guilt and fear.
Home calls me, the only anchor that stay strong, the heart and the mind must seperate here.
The warmth of a hug brings me hope once more.
I am saved and protected dispite the undercurrents.
When I am under the shelter with little energy to figure my way.
I rest till I regain my strength within.