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Wrote this three years ago:
You get scared when your body finally catches up to what your heart says. In each heavy beat, your chest aches with the most soothing of pains, the most excruciating of joys. You wonder how long your heart's been that way, or if you've only begun to notice it now. Curling up inside yourself, on your side, hugging your knees close, you feel each beat in every corner of your body.
Nothing explains the smile you can't help craft. Or maybe you've always been smiling, your lips comprehending your heart's words at last. Maybe your heart's beating the way it had always been meant to.
Full.
Loud.
Strong.
Fast.
A tremor waking every cell of your being, beginning in your soul, flowing into your chest, and out the very tips of your fingers. Everything electric, familiarity is forgotten, everything a discovery.
Touching, yet Untouched.
Untouched, yet Involved.
Not, yet Is.
What has your heart known that your body is only beginning to express?
Maybe you're in Love.
You just might Be.
Yes. I believe I am.
Im in Love.
-
I feel this poem course through me every now and then. I don't remember the words, but I know it's this poem.
I realize now that you don't need to be scared when you don't feel this every single hour of your day, because it stores itself within you, and then it lets itself out so unexpectedly, in one strong, slow motion wave that engulfs you.
Only. You don't want to reach up for air. You want to be caught in its cool weightlessnes and swim in it forever.
But. You eventually must.
So. You kick and kick and kick back to the surface at the last possible moment. You climb back up unto the breakwater.
And. You wait. You wait for the next wave to come.
You get scared when your body finally catches up to what your heart says. In each heavy beat, your chest aches with the most soothing of pains, the most excruciating of joys. You wonder how long your heart's been that way, or if you've only begun to notice it now. Curling up inside yourself, on your side, hugging your knees close, you feel each beat in every corner of your body.
Nothing explains the smile you can't help craft. Or maybe you've always been smiling, your lips comprehending your heart's words at last. Maybe your heart's beating the way it had always been meant to.
Full.
Loud.
Strong.
Fast.
A tremor waking every cell of your being, beginning in your soul, flowing into your chest, and out the very tips of your fingers. Everything electric, familiarity is forgotten, everything a discovery.
Touching, yet Untouched.
Untouched, yet Involved.
Not, yet Is.
What has your heart known that your body is only beginning to express?
Maybe you're in Love.
You just might Be.
Yes. I believe I am.
Im in Love.
-
I feel this poem course through me every now and then. I don't remember the words, but I know it's this poem.
I realize now that you don't need to be scared when you don't feel this every single hour of your day, because it stores itself within you, and then it lets itself out so unexpectedly, in one strong, slow motion wave that engulfs you.
Only. You don't want to reach up for air. You want to be caught in its cool weightlessnes and swim in it forever.
But. You eventually must.
So. You kick and kick and kick back to the surface at the last possible moment. You climb back up unto the breakwater.
And. You wait. You wait for the next wave to come.