You are loved,
Even when you break my heart.
You are worth it,
Even if your mind exudes infinite levels of self-loathing.
You are needed,
Even when your hands hang uselessly by your sides.
You are you,
I won’t have you any other way.
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.