Rise From the Ashes

I spend my days in shadows. Shadows of thought, shadows of hope, and shadows of a sharp reality.  No one knows how long I've been here, trapped in a world I've built for myself.  No one but you.  You are quite possibly, quite accurately, the only one who will ever understand the wiring of a flustered process like this.  You are the only one who has had the skill, the talent, and the gentle persuasions to pull me from my nothing.

It is to you that I owe everything.  You who have birthed me into a world that has finally leaked new clarity.  It is to you that I owe my very breath for you are the only soul capable of reviving such a hopelessness as this.  It is you who has seen through the brick walls I built.  And even as I build the new, it is you who sit atop the highest of them, hands wrapped around my heart.  It is you who take this heart and allow it to keep beating.  A heart that no longer wanders aimlessly but with a purpose, a drive, an understanding of the tangles of the universe.