IV

My precious family.

A collection of personalities,
smiles, and obscene language.
You all are a pillar to lean against
and a shoulder to cry on.

Those who have stood beside me
when I was at my worst,
best,
and at my most unreasonable.

To all of you there aren't enough words in our language
to express my extreme gratitude that you all exist.
That you all have persisted through the flames,
the bouts of depression,
and the melancholy that plagues you all.
You are my precious family,
the beloved people who helped me
become the person I am.

I would not be here if not for you.
There's no way to step around it,
to dazzle you all with fancy prose
I would rather be blunt and speak from the heart.

If I was to be eloquent and work with metaphor
then the words I truly wish to say would be lost.

-Lysa