You say I'm brave

but what if I enjoy pain?

The kind that rips you open with meaning

crumbles you to your knees

just so

you can meet Love through your own hands

 

You say I'm brave

but I say, what else could I possibly be here for

if not to live every breath

and how does one live

except through their own body

 

How does one know joy and sorrow

without knowing

the ripples of their laughter

the layers of their tears

the shades of their cheeks

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How does one know themselves

without knowing

the tickles of excitement

and the pathways they run under their skin

or the depths of their bracing

and the way they contract against life

 

How does one know life

without knowing their own heartbeat

or feeling the rhythm of Divinity pulsing through their humanness?

 

You say I'm brave

but tell me,

where else do you meet God

except at the altar of your own feet?

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- Jenna Flynn