On the cold ground I rest. I rest my breath from having spent inhaling life so deeply. My cells break open and in creeps the sun to fill me. The emptiness provides a space for the warmth I crave. My muscles chase a deep ache around the confines of my heart. I am rattled.<\/p>\n
I am here now, there is no denying it – and watch the sky playout before me, an inaudible act, a quiet shift in time. I know it passes, so does the cold. Stacks of ice and my body splayed on top. What shelf parks my love, which beats within? I have lost track, not of the clouds passing over me. I grab one with my soul and cling to its vapor as if for direction. In turbulent times I park my limbs right here and stretch out of myself.<\/p>\n
Fibers across the shell I house day in day out seep through the ice and wrap themselves around love, caressing the light, dim and shaken, but in its entirety never disturbed.<\/p>\n
An unknown finger traces the spine of my back, moves across my neck and tickles my ear. I do not know it. I relax in its presence like a child in the arms of its mother. Breath returns to me. A beat stirs my heart. In cracks I feel water release from ice, though I cannot see, I know the sun shines. I slowly stand on my feet, then leap. The trust I lost pulls every raindrop back into the cloud reversing pain into love. I am still here.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
On the cold ground I rest. I rest my breath from having spent inhaling life so deeply. My cells break open and in creeps the sun to fill me. The emptiness provides a space for the warmth I crave. My muscles chase a deep ache around the confines of my heart. I am rattled. I am here now, there is no denying it – and watch the sky playout before me, an inaudible act, a quiet shift in time. I know it passes, so does the cold. Stacks of ice and my body splayed on top. What shelf parks my love, which beats within? I have lost track, not of … Over there<\/span> weiterlesen