Requiem.

Requiem. 

Requiem for my expectations.

Requiem for my brokenness.

A sweet, lamenting brought on by the onset of life abundant.

A Requiem for my fears, for my lies.

For the disease that pours out of my pores.

For the loneliness that leaks from inside.

A Requiem for the shallowness of my sallow soul.  

Wide awake.

My juxtaposed heart changes with the rolling tide. 

The waves swallowing my self-doubt. 

Drowning the angry attempts at fighting the process

Breathing in. Breathing out. 

Hope through osmosis. 

I am in a strange place. 

A familiar place.

An unexpected oasis of calm waters and a balm for my aching spirit.

A rapturous melody. 

An irresistible constant. 

An incandescent Promised Land. 

Impossible to encapsulate.

Impossible to understand.

Life to my dying self. 

And if I blink, I might just miss it.

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My heart can't find the words, and yet they've never seemed so loud.

When I break through the ever increasing tension of my spirit and my flesh, I find myself in an ocean of hope. 

A beautiful calm; an intoxicating place of rest. 

A place where my lungs can fully expand, beyond the bones that cage them. 

Sometimes the only thing that can be said is nothing at all. 

But what good would that do?

My heart is full and alive and irrevocably moved. 

And if even for just a moment, 

I'd like to keep it completely mine.