Marilyn Rae

Hopelessly Confused

Take a minute and search within your heart. Your heart, not your mind. Your feelings, feel the devotion tug at your heart strings. Feel the craving and swelling of appreciation. You feel it, the light tremor of the skipping beat, the feeling of light love. You feel it, some describe it as butterflies, that turning of your stomach. The gentle push your heart gives. The push to reveal that it's pushing you, baby steps, to your other half. The patience, the many times it's felt as if it were broken, and still, it builds with time, builds with knowledge and experience. You shut down, but your heart, a miracle worker and your life's battery, you feel it, don't you? Feel the tremor, the little hum it gives off. It takes its time, waiting here for you. It aches and it still fights for you. With every gasp, you take with all those nights you hold yourself trying to convince yourself it was going to be okay. But your heart, stays together, it's little miracle working. You rise up, you feel it as you lift your head and meet a smile and a lingering look. You feel it, don't you? There, it's the butterflies, and you feel the tug. Like a bee to its pollen, the sudden craving. Then there, you'll find your heart beating alongside rhythmically to what you discover your other half. The gentle ease, and you find your heart growing tender. You've found it, the reason of that gentle tug, those beautiful butterflies dance alongside with your joined hearts. Hear the hum, the gentle beat. Because one day, together, they will rise in song towards nature and together, rise to the sky above. Then, you will hear the music they make, make your own and you too will join the choir above.