I do not always take kindly to strangers
but there is something in your eyes that begs me to consider letting you in.
I do not like to talk about myself, because my job is to heal others
but somehow you convince me every night to let it go and get some rest.
I do not always let other people see me if it isn't because they need it
but the gentle want in your eyes is all I need to bloom.
and now,
settled underneath your gentle violet gaze,
nestled into the crook of your arm,
I am home
and I am happy
and I have healed
and I am ready for more.