Fire & Flame

I feel.

I feel scattered shattered and lost.

I feel defeated, cracked, broken, and overwhelmed.

I feel scared, hopeless, lost and like a failure.

I feel like tomorrow will actually come.

I feel hope.

I feel composed.

I feel solid, whole and rejuvenated amidst the pain.

I feel content within my broken body.

I feel I could cry although my body cannot create tears.

I feel a loss of control of my life.

I feel a growing sense of inner love and empathy.

I feel as if the very plates of the continents I stand on have slipped away from underneath my feet.

I feel alone among company.

I feel silent, I feel small.

I feel a transcendence of body and spirit.

I feel an inner peace that outstretches the body of my being.

I feel my years and minutes melting, disappearing while I simultaneously am able to cherish the moment.

I feel the connectivity of the atoms creating the universe and those within my body.

I feel empty.

I feel the flow of ideas that flutter, drifting through my mind like the eventual dusting of ashes from a scorching fire.

I feel like I can continue.

I can.

I can't.

I feel.