Like a patient I come to you
Like a doctor you diagnose me
Introvert? Extrovert?
Intuitive, A Feeler
Likes to keep her options open
Must be a Perceiver.
Ahh yes...
You've worked me out now.
Placed ticks in boxes
Chalked up the score
Pin me up
Like a recipe, a list
A judgment pre-made.
But these letters, these percentages
This definition of me
What do they know of ...
Cool linoneum on hot dusty feet
The lifting of heart
When seeing a kite
straining against the wind
The blood sizzling in the brain
At an idea
winding its way through airless tunnels
straining for words
the breath of life
The jump in the pit of the stomach
Upon sighting a small bird at one's feet
Fearless
What does they know of ...
Weeping that doesn't stop
with the coming of dawn?
Does it remember the barely audible roar
Like a beast in pain
The quaking within
What can you do with this humanly beast
Does it know of the waiting
Waiting for the remaking
Grant me death
So that in the drowning of life
A new creature might begin
There will come a time
When this brokenness will no longer contain
When the sunlight shall stream through my veins
I will not be contained
I will hold on
I will wait
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