Each time, each beat, each breath, I believe I am there.
Then the world spins on an axis different than mine and I watch the traveling actors fly through their lines as they step in and out of scene.
I stand still.
Air fills and leaves with such purpose it’s meant to do more than keep me alive. It nourishes my soul like the sweetness born into a mind numbing drink.
I fall again. But no fall is greater than the first. The one where I finally closed my eyes and jumped, praying, yet knowing that anything was better than the life I had been zombie stepping through.
Drinks don’t touch me, don’t stir my core like a well read poem, a song with heart, a palate filled with promise, a laugh from the bottom of your belly. You can’t give that to me, and now you can’t take it either.
Shout to the sky. I have my power, my purpose and my divine. She stands with me and she knows who I am. She sings to the heavens and breathes life into each tick of the timeless clock.