Thanking a Guest

Here I am, All lost but you, Still being my north star, leading through My darkest hour, hope it’s before the dawn And won’t be long before I see my sun. I don’t believe in miracles, at least not to myself, Still I cry for help every now and then, I’m a kid just born And the very next moment, I’m always torn. I feel like I’m an unread book, An unvisited cave with its entire grotesque, But slowly the ice’s starting to melt, Like the dew does when the day is felt; Shine on me deep and bright, I’m too exhausted for another stupid fight, I’ve fought, finished and found my quest And realized you my own, Who I always thought was just a guest. - Avee Hang