[Poem revived] Consoling a Flower’s Dead Spirit.

9 months ago I wrote a poem. And for 9 months it stayed unread. Today I found it and read it like it was the work of a stranger. I am strange even to myself. There weren't countless of opportunitiesbut there were manyglittery, sparkly choices that tempt memine eyes may have lookedbut the heart remained steady.But…

Physical and emotional presence.

There are very few people in my life who make me feel calm and completely at ease with their presence, even when they're always in silence. They allow me to actively put all my God-given senses to full use. I can feel my senses come alive beneath my sweating palms, and my pulses pulsating lightly…