the universe welcomes you
to this moment with
open arms;
wants you to feel this moment,
wants to feel this moment with you. whispers
“seven billion heartbeats and i’m rooting for yours,”
as the next guest arrives to shake his hand.
you reply with a shaking fist to god,
an echo from hell but it doesn’t
come from beneath your feet,
it booms from beneath defeat.
he tripped you at every street corner,
spoon fed you depression and
drowned you in anxiety to counter it.
cornered in alleys you’d wait for him
to face you just so he could
lace you up like running shoes
because your soul was always more run out than theirs were.
you can’t be infected with disease while the cure
courses through your veins.
as you expect no angels descend
singing glory, no herald comes
bringing good news. no
ringing voice cracks the sky open.
the sky’s been cracked since
the day faith sucked your brain dry.
no god was trying to slip through the pavement.
instead the break in the sky served the perfect smoke escape
for the stars when the world got too hot,
the fire burned too bright.
starry nights don’t come around anymore,
afraid of being driven away by the light pollution
we flood into the sky.
stars only exist in dreams, could
no longer guard you from nightmares.
anyway nothing could change the sky from pouring another.
you feel a hand on your shoulder,
turning you to conversion —
i mean conversation,
to god — i mean,
with your mother — i mean,
to broken reality,
to the face of the universe,
ugly and bruised but
still in better shape than you.
it takes two to tango but
you’ve never been a good dancer.
the universe keeps you spinning on your toes,
keeps you in a choke hold — i mean,
an embrace.
you shout “let go” but
you’re not talking to the universe anymore,
you’re in front of a mirror.
you see stars for the first time in years as
they float around running tears,
distracting you from the fact that
you’re drowning.
the universe waits until you’ve stopped kicking to
let go,
but doesn’t wait for you to catch your breath,
forgets you’ve been holding it ever since you learned
love is a two way street and you can’t read the signs.
the universe walks away, remains as everything else
while you hear it whisper to the next person in line,
“seven billion heartbeats and i’m rooting for yours.”
About the Creator
alexis weiss
psychology + journalism major; poetry, story writing, copyediting, etc
https://medium.com/@alexisjweiss // https://twitter.com/alexisjweiss
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