Sometimes I feel it, Sometimes I understand it, Sometimes it's something I can hold and comfort, Sometimes it's a cold- all consuming constant defeat filled with grief but also rebirth. It's this light, birthed by things as rare as unconditional love and it's tragedies.
One that doesn't come with the dawn of a new day ☀️
You studied my arcane heart as if it was the only thing worth your time to understand and remember. Through the lens of your eyes, you spied all the pieces of myself that I never wished for others to see. With the surgical instruments you wielded, you dissected me gently, revealing all of my weaknesses, all my flaws, all my insecurities.
“Why?” I would ask you, but you simply replied with, “Healing in progress.”
You were never one to make sense. I knew that, like me, you were a misfit. I guess I just never understood why an outcast would try to get in, but despite my lack of comprehension, you maneuvered yourself into my life as if it was a life worth living. And even after all the times I tried to run from your intrusiveness and escape your persistence, you still held on to my heart, making certain that it was still beating. Maybe you were hoping that it would thump for only you in the future, and maybe I knew that too. Whether you did or not- I know these things as facts: you saved me, my heart kept beating, we lived happily, and though I never got to tell you before it was too late...I loved you, and I still do.
Dear doctor, thank you for resuscitating this arcane heart of mine, rescuing me from this monotonous world.