Maybe our hearts must break entirely so we can learn to feel how real feels like.
To feel everything, no alcohol required.
Sometimes I feel the good, the good sinks in and my soul
dances in response to the rays
It claps along to the chirp of the birds and this feels so
good.
I drag my“feels so good” knowing there isn’t a
better way to describe the simplicity,
Of watching the rain fall ,but even better
Seeing the sun after two whole weeks of showers.
Knowing you were wrong for thinking that
the sun may not come out again
Of course you never shared this fear with anyone
But God knew
You hung your clothes up and it out it came
You had to learn to dance with the sun for the first
time ever
It was a struggle but once you forgot yourself
It was easy, still is.
You couldn’t see the rays but you moved in accordance to
where they struck
Whether it was your bare shoulders or you’re your nose
The only places that ever show evidence of your long love
affair with the sun
Joy was injected into your body.
Full of life you bounced like a new born baby.
God smiled. You giggled.
