Like a Hitman, Like a Dancer

And my heart

fluttered

like it has many times,

but I guess it was like that quote,

it kept saying

"I am. I am. I am"

Because it is.

This thing in me is

beating,

with a vengeance.

This thing is pumping

to my soul,

which is bursting.

Bursting

and it knows,

my small soul

knows.

Things it didn't dare

say

yesterday.

It can speak these things,

I think,

but haven't tried,

and it can be a little

bolder.

It knows.

I

know.

More than I have

before.

I can feel

so much

more

than I ever could.

My soul will plug

along and

keep braying

I am I am I am.

And oh,

this makes me

so happy.

So gleeful

that I am in a

better place

than I was

only yesterday.