Beat.

My heart doesn't
explain itself to me.

It beats.

If I want to live,
​I dance.

But I struggle
​with it.
My mind screams
​reasons! and
truth! and
law! and

​my heart
is quiet and
​keeps moving,

not even asking
​me to
dance.

(but how can I ignore that?)

​It is so much
stronger.  So much
louder.  So much
bigger than me.

I never thought
of it
growing,
pushing out,
beating in
the dark;

​finding ways
to be more
without me
​knowing it, or
​helping it, or
accepting it.

​It grew without
​me and then came
​flying round a mind-bend
aiming at my chest to
​blow out my entire life-
shack and move

​back in.

​Blew away everything
​I knew in
one beat.

Just one.

​One.

...

​What do you do when you're not lying?

​You dance.
​

From 'Believing' in My Heart