Sweet solace within, I carry you with me,
and with you this knowledge.
Somewhere, I am known
am valued;
No matter where I must trudge by day
I have a center point
a home base, an existence
outside this shell I once called my home,
outside the self that was my only Tara
as well as my prison.
I have been a hermit,
hiding nothing but never seen.
Your brown eyes are more than hypnotic.
They are my anchor to this world,
and evidence to the value of it.