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The war drums

When the Native Americans were on the warpath, they would play their drums slow and continuous. Sometimes for days. The beats would get faster and more frenzied.

As the world gets louder around me,

The expectations of life get more persistent,

Everyone’s needs out weighing my own,

I can’t even think my own thoughts anymore.

But through the storm of thoughts and noise that rages around me, I see you.

My hand reaches for you, resting on your chest. I feel your heartbeat, slowly. One…..two beats

The swirling hurricane of noise amd thoughts around me slows.

Three……..four beats

I can breathe again. Its been awhile.

Five……………six beats

The clamoring for my attention begins to fade. I have room around me again.

Seven……………eight…………..nine beats

My own heart beat starts to slow…..I realize my shoulders have been around my ears all day. I breathe again.

Ten beats…………..eleven beats…….

My body starts to relax…..I am ok……its all ok. I am finally safe. With you, I am safe.

I know I can be needy and annoying. But for the first time in several years, I feel SAFE.

Twelve……………..thirteen

beats………Everything is

ok………fourteen…..fifteen beats………this,

THIS moment is all that matters.

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~ by goddess4ever on June 8, 2018.

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