Why be real?
Why have something intense
that could sweep you up
and burn you?
Set you alight and make you
feel more than you ever did before?
Why feel that much?
Questioning it
is not a luxury
I possess.
All I can do is feel.
All I can do is quake
in awe of the power
that courses through me.
I am a slave to it.
I will never be free
of the ecstatic forces
that roll beneath
my surface.
It is intense.
This love,
it’s contained
in a body it doesn’t all fit in.
It spills out and overflows
and if I had more grace,
maybe
it might not shake the walls
and test the foundation.
I haven’t been able to find that,
the only development
I can make
in this here
and this now
is that I’m ok.
I’m a good person,
I strive to do my best,
always improve,
and I sincerely want
the best for everyone
including me.
I can not change
what has ended up
being my buoy
when all else fails
and I have nothing
left to offer…
I have this love.
It powers unrelenting
through my darkness
and reminds me
I’m worth it.
