Without Which
Without which I never would have been able to make it.
Without which I never would have grown accustomed to this lifestyle.
Without which I never would have used the reserves to the pit of my soul.
Without which I never would have been able to drag my ass
to the funeral pyre that was once a sacred alter.
Without which I never could have been half the man
or twice the woman I am now.
Without which I never could have been this person with scars
so deep that they touch my heart, and protect it,
because I have spun tissue around and over it, up, and through it.
Without you, none of these things could have been mine.
Without them, I would not exist.