A Beat, A Breath

I feel the gravity now.

For weeks,
I wondered how
Change might
Come for me,
And today, sincerely,
I feel it
Steadily.

Her pleasantly
Cool hand
On my in-the-
Heat-of-processing
Back,
Forces my lungs
To contract.

Release.
Exhale.
haaaa

These days
Pale,
Contrasting
The coming colors
So vibrant,
They unearth
The seeds of doubt
Once sowed,
And never mowed,
For they failed
To truly
Take root.

Sitting loose,
On fresh-tilled dirt,
I smile warmly,
Looking over
The detritus
Of hurt.