Silence as always surrounds me.
My thoughts are simple and familiar, traveling paths that they always turn to when I'm alone. The bittersweet taste of love that is as effortless and as natural as breathing.
Love that is deep, pure, endless, boundless and consuming; love that is as deep as the core of a soul, and as powerful as a hurricane that charges through landscapes and leaves nothing unchanged.
Such is the love that I am subject to, powerless against it, and never wanting it to be otherwise. It's rendered me small, soft, pliable and weightless; able only to surrender to it, and let it flow through me slowly.
My arms open wide and hope that he'll hold me as tightly as he can, simply because my body feels as though it can't contain what's inside it and I need his arms, and his strength, and his presence to hold me together.
Love is inadequate as a word to describe what I feel, and superlatives do not help either. Love is an ocean of shores and deeps, of reefs and shoals, of calm bays and tumultuous expanses, it can be both welcoming and hostile; it's beautiful, soothing, terrifying at times, and formidable at others; it's contrast and it's life. It's an entire world in itself that I find myself living in.
Perhaps I have created a world out of a feeling and lost myself in it, and perhaps I echo what he feels and hasn't expressed. Perhaps I create worlds within words, and words where they shouldn't exist.
Perhaps I'm only a poet who still struggles with demons and with her own confusing interior.
What I'm certain of is that I'm in love, that I've given in to it, surrendered to it, let it take hold of me and consume me. What I know is that in this brilliant world of wonder I have pledged heart and soul.
I've waded into the shallows, plunged into the depths, was tossed among the breakers that broke parts of me. The storms wrought their havoc and returned me eventually to the calm place I reside in now. I shall slowly emerge, curl up upon the shore and let peace and silence fill me.
Here I collapse upon the shore and feel the warmth fill me. I don't only feel love, but live it constantly.
My thoughts are simple and familiar, traveling paths that they always turn to when I'm alone. The bittersweet taste of love that is as effortless and as natural as breathing.
Love that is deep, pure, endless, boundless and consuming; love that is as deep as the core of a soul, and as powerful as a hurricane that charges through landscapes and leaves nothing unchanged.
Such is the love that I am subject to, powerless against it, and never wanting it to be otherwise. It's rendered me small, soft, pliable and weightless; able only to surrender to it, and let it flow through me slowly.
My arms open wide and hope that he'll hold me as tightly as he can, simply because my body feels as though it can't contain what's inside it and I need his arms, and his strength, and his presence to hold me together.
Love is inadequate as a word to describe what I feel, and superlatives do not help either. Love is an ocean of shores and deeps, of reefs and shoals, of calm bays and tumultuous expanses, it can be both welcoming and hostile; it's beautiful, soothing, terrifying at times, and formidable at others; it's contrast and it's life. It's an entire world in itself that I find myself living in.
Perhaps I have created a world out of a feeling and lost myself in it, and perhaps I echo what he feels and hasn't expressed. Perhaps I create worlds within words, and words where they shouldn't exist.
Perhaps I'm only a poet who still struggles with demons and with her own confusing interior.
What I'm certain of is that I'm in love, that I've given in to it, surrendered to it, let it take hold of me and consume me. What I know is that in this brilliant world of wonder I have pledged heart and soul.
I've waded into the shallows, plunged into the depths, was tossed among the breakers that broke parts of me. The storms wrought their havoc and returned me eventually to the calm place I reside in now. I shall slowly emerge, curl up upon the shore and let peace and silence fill me.
Here I collapse upon the shore and feel the warmth fill me. I don't only feel love, but live it constantly.
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