Epiphanies are rare,
but when they come
they are a rush
of fresh fall air.
it flows through my body,
relieving the knots
of worry and doubt.
A drug that I need daily,
a single thought,
the right thought,
the key to functionality.
How do I keep them flowing?
Keep my blood rushing?
How do I keep from looking down?
So, I can ride this for eternity.
I float above the skies,
where I am untouchable.
I am finally somewhere
you have to look up to me.
You can’t escape my tears.
The more I need,
the bigger that they become,
so that you feel like drowning.
The pain comes in low rumbles,
clouding your sight of all light.
until only my image can appear,
a constant reminder.
The worst is yet to come.
When you can do nothing
but look until your eyes hurt,
flowers will grow in spite of
the wallowing bird songs.
A sign that I am all gone
except for the mark that
I finally made on your heart.
To divulge in the truth
these days, is truly a sinful
treat, a white lie has become
the creme de la creme, shame
in a world that is often praised
by man, what do we have to
stand on, the foundation is
crumbling with every child who
asks, “What do I say?” Clouded
judgment of the superiors, what
is best is not always right, or am I
getting it wrong again, I’m sure
I’ll be corrected, wait till the world
finally sees how it ends.
Even with my eyes closing fast
The thought of you still fights vast
The last thought before i sleep
Angers me because I’m weak
I spend all day going forward
But spend all night getting nowhere
My defense falls at the last stage
My bed is viewed as a cage
I can’t get out or refrain
From what truly leaves me in pain
It would be worthwhile
If i could not smile
When your image arises
In front of my eyes.
They started out sitting across from each other, but by the end of the hour they were sitting side by side. Giggling and enjoying each others company too much to notice the empty seats and deserted mugs of coffee around them. Her hands twitching nervously in her lap. His leg across his knee bouncing. The chemistry humming around them in an aurora that is invisible to only them. As it comes time for them to go their separate ways, they each keep avoiding the inevitable.
He makes a move to stretch his arm out behind her along the back of the leather booth. She unconsciously starts to tap her right foot as he moves closer to her side. Her body’s response to the excitement and nerves of what that move could mean.
Silences coming more often now.
They start analyzing everyone else in the cafe, a person’s shoes, what they are reading, a couple arguing in the corner. Every little thing to take the pressure off of them. Overlooking the perfect moment they are in. Two young hearts that have found a comrade for the first time. Hearts vibrating with the unmistakability of what is going to occur.
He smiles when she laughs, she blushes with a compliment.
She now moves to lean into his shoulder, he looks down and smiles as if they have sat that way forever.
She moves to sit up again but he keeps her there with his hand on her shoulder. She looks surprised but melts at his touch back into her spot. He reached and took her hand in her lap, turning it over and playing with her fingers. She watched for a moment before turning her head to his. As he leaned in and gave her a small kiss, their bodies were completely still.
People chatter. A child runs away from its mother. A girl is engrossed in the world that her novel is providing.
No one aware of the rare act taking place in front of them.
What the human race is never short of.
Emotion that is consistent
Among races, ages and time.
What makes it thrive
Through so many lives?
Bodies riddled with
Fast paced hearts,
And Sweaty palms.
Automatically choosing to give into the feeling
That swallows us so easily.
Are we to believe that this has to be?
You only live once
Can only be if we truly see
What fear has to be to be free.
We preach about taking charge
And letting be.
But we can only be if we are not
But if fear is the way to a new beginning
Trusting that our fleeing can be deceiving
That it’s our unconscious way of leading
To the life we should be living.
Then maybe our fearing is relieving.