The thing is; the way of it, the difficulty is
To learn to speak the intensity that you feel.
This is new for you.
You have gotten under yourself and pulled yourself
Up and out,
Realized, slowly, that you can stand here;
Away from where you never existed.
You can stand and be absolutely overwhelmed to see,
To see your shadow.
Your steps leave prints.
And now your words,
Your words, as you find they are starting to land,
Your words have changed.
Make no mistake; you are not composing a battle cry.
There is no need for that.
You are not challenging anybody.
You don't have to.
All you feel compelled to do,
Moved to do,
Is to speak the intensity that has replaced the
Brittle shards of your attempts at living,
And describe in soft, deep tones, the
Breathtaking sensation of the passion resonating off of your bones;
The relief of your muscles flexing in bliss instead of fear,
And your newly found confidence in who you are.
Such a task befits you, engaging you in a connection so deep that
You sometimes feel,
You sometimes feel in another realm.
The thing is, the way of it, the difficulty is,
Now you can never, ever, feel less.