It's like I just lost control of it.
The night my heart was given permission to remember.
It was allowed to dream.
It was allowed to break loose out of its chains.
It was allowed to yearn, to believe...
It went crazy.
It wouldn't sleep.
It wouldn't rest.
It wouldn't subside any longer.
It leaped and jolted me.
It beat uncontrollably.
It shook
and became alive.
Like a lone standing entity,
it wouldn't let me sleep.
I spoke to it.
Quietly pleading, "chill, heart"
and to no avail it wouldn't listen to me.
So I wept.
Tears fell and I was afraid.
Afraid of its newfound freedom
Afraid of its rebirth
Afraid of its vulnerability
And its realization that it had been hushed
and smothered
to keep quiet.
It was suffocating.
And now...
It’s expanded...exploded, erupted with truth
unashamed of its own candor.
I closed my eyes and gasped for air
as my heart celebrated without me.
It danced wildly in hopes
of possibility.
Chill,
crazy heart.
just let me be.
(written the night this happened.)
