With Matters of the Heart: Go Through
I go around and around.
With these matters of the heart.
Never landing, never settling.
A restless heartbeat.
As I leave my body, my head fills with lead.
And yet. And yet, I rise.
I close my eyes, open my fists.
And I stop going around.
Now I go through.
Through the restlessness.
I don’t know what lies within it.
And yet. And yet, I go through.
I surround myself with the questions, the doubts, the fear.
Without question, without doubt, and full of fear.
I go through.
These matters of the heart.