You are My Home

After immeasurable amounts of time of being stranded
In miles of sea
Open ended and winding
After being battered by currents and waves
After losing sight
And keeping myself afloat
With swift kicks and muted gasps of breath
You were my driftwood
You were my savior
You allowed me to lean on to you
To take rest and breath
To catch myself and place my head on a solid foundation
After I had lost hope in being hopeful
You were my beacon of faith
You were the calm to my endless storms
The storms within me
Which had accumulated in me, in abundance, forming together in turmoil
Turmoil within me, which had consumed me.
After all that time
Being lost, stranded, and alone in a battered sea of grey
You were my island of salvation and rest
My island of which I have made a home.
You are my home.