Centered

(Pre-Script: This poem best felt when read as the song, "Bend and Break," #47 on the playlist, plays in the background. After that, click on "Maybe," #19. Go down to the playlist, click on those songs, then come back and resume reading. I'll wait...) (...still waiting...)

I didn't even know you existed

until you showed up on the screen,

bright and blinking like a homing beacon

in the middle of some dark nothing,

and it centered me.

To think that there was light

and goodness

and something perfectly thriving

in the center of me,

and I'm not even that great of a person,

not half as healthy in my habits as I'd like to

say I am.

But that's the mystery of the thriving thing,

of a hope haphazardly placed

in the center of

where you thought only nothingness

and destruction were low maintenance enough

to survive.

I don't know everything;

I know that now.

-XOXO,