i wait for you to come home,
when the skies turn grey and the world seems cold, i wait for you,
to wrap your arms around me, engulf me whole,
bring you to shore, a lighthouse I'll be,

to carry all parts of you, a shell of memories,
to have and to hold and to never let go,
embrace your shadows, lick your wounds,
a rock I'll be, to bear your shattered pieces,

is it fate that holds me down?
it's how I've been designed to be,
to have and to hold, a martyr I'll be,
but who will hold me when I crumble, when my strength gives way to the sea?

~V