Dawning Creations

I feel at home and out of place.
I see the golds and blues and whites,
your floor boards and am reminded
of something lovely and simultaneously hideous.

It’s been a while and here I am,
walking into this place,
head held higher out of familiarity and that alone.

I’m uncertain of what to expect,
how you’ll remember me.
Not too much has changed..

Everyone is sitting, looking stony faced and calm.
I’m an uneven mixture of confidence and nerves.
You steal yourself from the day
and hug me tightly.
It feels like it used to when it was just me and you
tucked away in the wrestling room,
talking about everything or sitting quietly.

You saved my life many times
and perhaps you’re saving me again today.