Alexis Bockting wrote this by hand in the morning Crossroads class today and handed it to me afterward. I wanted to share it with you…
That feeling in my chest…
is sensitive, alters with a thought.
A different kind of beast.
A shape shifter.
At once welcoming,
I want to curl up in it.
At once poisoning,
eating away at me.
It swells with happiness,
shrivels with shame.
It is full of the past,
yet has room for the future.
It is a look, a kiss, a word
it consumes me.
It spreads.
Chokes my heart
fills my brain
turns my stomach.
That feeling in my chest…
