A thank you

I am self-aware enough to know it can be a bit of a bore

When I’m unsure and feeling mentally sore

It’s a chore I know to put up with the downs

And the frowns and the constant go-rounds of me

When I’m not free of the psychological debris

That’s like a dog with a bone and I moan

And I moan

And I moan

But you see - you are here, abating my fear and I’m no longer One but We.

And when I am MAD

Or SAD

Or even BAD – you still care

Do you know that’s incredibly rare?

I’d go so far as to say, in your words; it is RAD.

When I am scared or unprepared or waking up shouting

From a nightmare – oh look! – You are there.

Being is hard

When there’s that sharp pointy shard

Of dark matter running through

Seemingly stuck with superglue, but you!

You soften the edges and make me feel new.

This is a mere gesture but I want you to know

I understand the pressure of caring for one so frequently undone

By a brain, quite insane, almost going down the drain,

So please know I am grateful

And it feels well, fateful that I’m part of your life

Your soon to be wife, in trouble and strife

And I am here, my dear, for you as well

In life’s heaven and hell, or the something in-between.

We are seen at our best and our worst by those who care the most

And we, you and me, will face down the ghosts

From our past and our present;

The ghasts of the night we’ll chase into the light

Come the dawn – reborn,

To try

And try

And try again

With a gentle holding of hands

And a kiss – oh the bliss -

That you understand.