I am a lot.
I watch TV shows and it almost breaks me.
I reach into every feeling (my own, yours, and theirs), and pull loose the threads. I cannot reconcile the spoken want from the soulful needs –
We ask for so little but we ache for so much
I show up full of space, to stay, to grow, to take
I sob – we are not alone. We are going to exhale together, carry the weight between four hands
as a crushing bomb and a gentle song.
I am a lot, but I never stop –
I love. I love. I love.