Waiting

Move. Move your own heart. Make it huff and puff and lose its comfort. Cage it and set it free. Let it beat itself up. Run. Run till it begs for mercy then satiate it with the heart of another. Cover it in darkness and shine the light in its eyes. Let it see the tunnel. Reach the bright. Wear the flowers and let the thorns pierce. Address the pain and heal it with your tears. And your smiles. And your dance. Your music. Walk. Walk till you slow down. Slow down the world. Make it fast. Spin it. Tear it. Cut it up and then sew it along the seams. Let the strands show. Knot them up. Knot yourself up. And then let yourself go. The heart awaits.