I feel Light
Like a summer's breeze
Like a heron's feather
Like a soft, pale flower
Like a caressing hand.

I feel Tense
Like a large, tight knot
Like a crumpled paper
Like a leash pulled tight
Like a trembling fist.

I feel Happy
Like an innocent puppy.
Like a flying bird.
Like a running child.
Like a racing horse.

I feel Conflicted
Like a story's Hero
Like the melting snow
Like a cliff diver
Like someone who's run away.

Except you can't run away from love and attraction and desire.
It finds you every time.
It draws you back into it's arms no matter how fast you run.
And even though you may avoid it,
The disease, the treasure, the burden,
It will always find it's way home to your heart.
Singing a sweet and bitter song.
Forevermore.
Never to end.