Feel in your aliveness and
You’ll hear your heart beating
Like those old metronomes
You remember from youth.
And alas I’m touched
A naked scarred back whose
Contradictions challenge connection.
Your fear of vulnerability contradict
Your love for being alive.
Why must it be a contradiction
To love so deeply and care
So intensely about everything outside the
Walls of your own flesh?
To doubt is to be alive
And to be alive is grow from the seeds
Of doubt into a flower born from a soil
Of resolution.
Born of the love you give others.
And givers and takers bicker in the backseat
As highway converges to cobble and moss
As you fall asleep in the backseat.
The sleep escaping your six year old eyes
In the backseat.