I had my doubts earlier (like I always do)
but he always comes through and frees me from my prison.
he feels like the hope behind a promise
a cloud floating in the desert sky, drenching me in rain
a sprout slowly emerging from the earth, brimming with life
a star seen through a spyglass at sea, guiding me home
I think that no matter how bad the darkness of my own self doubt consumes me,
he will be the one to chase it away time and time again.
I hope that what I see in his eyes is true.
grasp onto the feeling, never waver, and don't let it go.