"You will bounce back, I promise."

They said.

It was so hard to see,

as I drowned in the flashbacks

of that night.

When I met you,

something was telling me

that I have found light.

I was constantly on the run,

watching my back,

and struggling to trust a soul.

I'm counting my lucky stars,

that I have found a safe haven.

The perfect storm was magically fading away.

Livid waves turning back into a beautiful turquoise.

I somehow made it back to shore,

and found time to breathe again.

You are the light at the end of the tunnel,

the gin and tonic during happy hour.

A friendly reminder,

that nothing bad lasts forever,

the feeling is temporary.

This place used to feel like a war zone,

but you made it paradise again.

My wounds are starting to heal,

what once felt permanent is a distant memory.

It's good to be home.

I've been told that I should not let

others define me.

But I learned it's all on how you see it.

Is it lemons or lemonade?

When I think of you,

the first word that comes to mind

is recovery.