belonging

There are days

I lose myself in anxiety.

My mind,

my emotions,

my thoughts are left

in shambles and ruins.

I shake, I shake,

for hours,

trying to breathe,

desperate to speak.

I'm homeless and broken.

And I can't find my way again.

But,

you

You walk me through

my abandoned buildings,

the ceiling falling

and the doors off hinges.

And you start hanging

pictures on the walls

in the halls where I was lost.

Portraits of who I was

and who I am meant to be.

You open the windows,

and pull the drop cloths like

mourning ghosts off the furniture.

And you blow the dust off the yellowed ivory keys of the piano,

and teach me to sing,

to breathe,

once again.

And I know

that I have found a place to call

home.