Solidly he stands
though I falter. Though
the ocean would swallow me whole
he guides me from the riptide
asking only that I hold tight.
When my strength is dwindling
his arms hold me up above the waves.
My protector, though not fierce in battle,
saves me from myself.
Though I throw up roadblocks
he patiently climbs over each and every one;
he sees the beauty of soul that is beyond;
convincing me that she exists though I can’t see her
gazing back in the mirror.