*exhale*
It has been a MaJoR two or three months.
I've been writing some poetry. But, mostly, I've been thinking in poetry.
Sometimes, whilst running around frantically -one phone to my ear, the other ringing on my hip -
I can feel my heart protest by leaping right out of my chest
and wrapping it's white knuckled hands around the thick of my throat -
eyes bulging intensely.
It says, "No, I won't. No, I won't. No. I won't."
As steady as our Native drums.
No, I won't.
No, I won't.
No, I won't.
It chants to my spirit -who sings, "Be".
"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelieve. Beeeelieve. Believe."
And, once again -
my heart is coaxed back inside its' cavernous home.
Chanting, chanting, chanting.
Oh, to find a new tune -
to be receptive to the age old tune of my spirit.
Believe.
Be. Leave.
Believe.
No, I won't.