You are my one true lodestar.
My beacon in the dark.
Igniting me, fuelling me, freeing me;
Providing me with that “spark”.
You’re broken, bereft and spent;
Yet never defeated, never “done”.
Your ghosts they seek to haunt you,
But from them you refuse to run.
If I was just one tenth of you,
Immeasurable power I would yield.
Your strength, tenacity, your fortitude;
Provides me with a bield.