An Ode to My Most Faithful Companion, Poetry
To me, she is a she,
and she is as powerful
as a woman can be.
She eases me like a mother does,
settles me down
from my bouts of madness,
wipes away the wreckage
I leave behind.
I found her on a somber afternoon,
a morning I long to erase,
the time between midnight and dawn,
even in a blurry memory,
I searched for her everyday.
Sometimes she comes for me
screaming, ripping me from my comfort.
I seldom complain.
Sometimes, she shakes me to my core,
awakens every nerve in my body
and I am eternally indebted to her.
She cleanses my lungs,
so I can breathe a little deeper,
inhaling a toxic serenity.