You hid me from the outside world, shielded from its cruelties. My peace you protected, and you gave me serenity. When at my lowest I bled on your shoulders, you did not judge. When my soul cried out in the middle of the night, only you heard and listened. Even though you saw every inch of me — my sorrows, my aches, my pain; You did not cast me aside like others. You understood that I, a lost soul long not to be seen but to be held. When in my sleep I cried, you held me. When in my heart I died, you held me. When I begged death to call my name, You held me, and you did not let me go. I may spend my days and nights with others, But at the end, I will always come back to you. And to others you may just be concrete — cold and unyielding. But to me, you are much more than eyes can see; You are my refuge, my solace, my solitude — My only dwelling, You did not let me go.