I couldn't tell if it was because she looked at me or I looked at her,
But somewhere within those glances was so much love and so much compassion.
Onlookers could see it, dogs could smell it, and I could feel it.
It rocked the once-still waters somewhere deep within my soul.
It shook the once stable frame that held me.
It destroyed my home and everything I owned.
Gone was my comfort zone.
But we rebuilt it. It wasn't ash and stone for long.
We made it better.
A comfortable discomfort.
An exciting sway of my skeleton.
A calming crash of the waves hidden in the pit of my stomach.
A beautiful dance of butterflies floating with ease in my rib cage.
You caused this roller coaster.
The best I've ever felt.
Love and protection
Seemingly unwaivered, though I am full of doubt.
The doubt is where the torture was born
But the sweetness is how you changed it for the better
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I am 15 years old and I live in Georgia. I've always had a knack for writing but I never thought I was talented or anything like that. Last semester I took Journalism at school and as an assignment we had to write some sort of poem or short story for a writing competition. I wasn't even going to do it so I began to draw. I drew a tattered and torn up heart and suddenly I was scribbling down words about how chaotic my heart can be. The finished product was a poem. I ended up turning that poem in. It was good. The way my teacher read it and gave it back to me with tears in her eyes told me that. I reread it over and over trying to figure out where it had come from because surely, I couldn't do that. Yet, I did. something inside of me just took over and I had created something that someone liked. The best part of the whole ordeal was that I had found an escape. When I write I don't feel anything. I don't hear the world. Im not stressed. When I write I drown all of my worries in ink. That's why I write.