Emotions in physical form
Anatomy; a family
Wednesday, September 2, 2020
They are my limbs; for I am always reaching out for them.
And I knew I always would be.
From the time they came from me and I reached to hold them to the last time I get to carry them in my arms I will be reaching; searching for their presence to know it is still here.
They are my breath, because
If ever I cannot find them, it is paused.
And I cannot again catch it until my sight rests upon their faces.
They are my heart
It is only their rhythm that keeps me alive
If they stop
I could not live if they did not live
He is rooted in my soul.
There would not be a me, without him.
His essence is in every move I make and his energy moves with mine and breathes life into my existence.
The moment he intertwined with my perception is when his permanence announced itself.
I could not imagine a time before him.
He was the piece of me that I was always searching for; yearning
And when I finally found him
I was complete