Saved Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

No one was ever there
To deliver me home.
The room reeked of
Vibrant perfume - my fragrance
To be exact.

I have learned the ways
Of being alone,
And this has earned me
A throne within the stars.

Sometimes it takes
Guts and a soul
To save one’s self.

Regardless if the soul
Limps,
Nevermind the maimed pace,
The marred stars
Of the dusky inheritance.

Salvation might be
Under repair,
But it will come,
Like a revelry
Upon my doorstep.