You
You came like a breeze,
A small caressing touch of cool wind,
Refreshing under such suppressive heat.
It was not until then,
That I was choking on the air I breathed,
Or tearing at the day,
Beseeched on the days moving forward.
As I slowly began to breathe,
I could not thank you enough.
You helped me with a 3 year battle.
Self inflicted, fear inducing trouble,
A tidel wave, a hurricane of anger and yelling,
Hiding in the walls of my house.
It wasn't until you,
That I had the confidence to leave,
To finally muster the courage,
To get out of my family's house.
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