Feels – Poem

Feels

Feels

Today was a day of many thoughts and explorations. I considered much and spoke to plenty of people. It was a good day filled with all sorts of feels.

There was a poem that crossed my mind. My heart spilled, but its blood was thin, only thick enough to grant the writing form. It was raw, rough and without shape. It lacked the slide and glide needed for it to roll off the lip.

The spirit addressed love, life and the relationships between. It asked questions about life’s stepping stones, how we are servants to the soles of our lover’s feet. We mark a place, a spot, a temporary location for those we love, until another is found… to lead them closer to that one… true… love.

The poem sung a song, a friendly ballad, one that smiles and laughs and is jolly… even at night. It was a song that could bring an end even to a terrifying fright.

It said we are servants to love, that it fits us like a glove and flies as sweetly as a beautiful white dove.

It said we all give, a gift received… and a gift granted. A glory to be thankful for…   A magnificence to cherish, a significance to acknowledge and its brilliance to brighten our days.

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