The warrior.

He's a warrior in a battle of wills. To save my heart from my head.

To show my spirit truth. 

To help me see what real love and vulnerability is. 

I'm so afraid of pain. 

Anytime I have a little pain or the slightest ripple in my little part of the ocean, I flail helplessly like I'll drown. 

The small waves feel huge and I can barely breathe. 

I'm afraid I'll get hurt.  I'll drown. 

He holds me up out of the water he saves me from my own chaotic storm. 

He is my refuge. 

Even as his lungs fill with the salty ocean water created by my hurricane, he holds me up. 

I want to be trusting loving vulnerable.... 

I want to dance the easy dance that my heart aches for, I hurt because I'm hurt. 

I prayed for this love only to destroy it. 

I have before me the most beautiful human the one who is my literal other half. 

He's the warrior battling on. Championing against my demons. As he defeats one another arises. As a wall crumbles he finds yet another but he keeps fighting valiantly. Never losing the spirit of a true fighter. 

He fights even in his sleep. 

As I lay beside him I feel his body move there is a peace there yet an unrest all the same. He's fighting for me. For my heart. The heart and spirit he knows is there. 

He never gives in......