Turning in the Right Direction

I had almost forgotten how this feels,
How good
how normal
how right.
I have been trying so hard
don't be angry with me.
I thought I didn't need
to bother you,
just like everyone else
I don't want to be a bother to.
Spilling out how I feel
to those who have neither
patience or time for me
as they trot through their own
self-absorbed lives.
It's not their fault,
they're no different
from every other twenty-something.
But You,
you take my face in hands
and turn me to look at your face.
You are not twenty-something,
or middle-aged.
You are not too busy with your own life.
In fact You have been passionately
searching for me all along.
And as I turn, everything comes apart.
Everything that I have taken such pains
to try to hold together.
All the wounds I've tried
so desperately to stitch together myself.
All of the filth I've tried to hold down
in front of us now.
And it disappears as you heal me,
and clothe me in white.
I melt into your arms
I forgot how right this is.
How good it feels to be here
where I was made to be.