I Felt LifeA Poem by Brittany BosticI Felt Life Brittany Bostic
I felt something, Do you want to know what it was? It was extraordinary. There were so many things all at once.
It was taking a bee landing on a bright pink flower in
the middle of spring. It was a long vacation that was supposed to last a
week, But it turned out to feel far too short. It was a long car ride to the middle of nowhere. Where you jam out to songs in the back seat, Screaming hallelujah at the top of your lungs, Because you can.
It was holding a new born baby in your arms, Just seconds after it entered the world. It was looking another person in the eyes, And not listening to your mind at all, Because you mind had nothing to do with it, It was feeling that passion that can only be felt in
ones soul.
It was an Indian wedding. Have you ever seen so many colors before? It was reading the same book over and over again, Expecting a different ending.
It was climbing to the top of a tree, And holding onto the braches until your hands are
sweating and your feet are slipping off, But you keep climbing anyway because you know that
once you hit the top, You will feel like you can fly.
It’s standing in the center of a huge stage, Knowing everyone is looking right at you, And having nothing to say but everything to show them. It’s that standing ovation at the end, That makes you feel like the most important person in
the world. And then you are sure that you are flying.
It’s not always good though. I could feel all of it. And I promise there were other things too. But that’s the beauty of it. Take the bitter with the sweet, my uncle always said. That way you can really enjoy it when it comes.
It’s pulling the trigger first, Because you can’t tell if he will or not. It’s holding onto the unknown man’s bloody hand, As the life finally leaves his body, And all that is left goes limp.
It is being granted a mother. Only to have it all taken away in pain, And in anguish. It is feeling real hate and real anger towards
something that really isn’t there to be angry at. But you are anyway.
It’s getting scolded by a teacher, Because you spoke out of context, But you don’t care because you meant what you said, And you knew even if others didn’t, You knew that what you said was real. And you believe that others should know too.
It’s watching someone fall, And trying to reach them but know that if you help you
may very well fall too, So instead you walk away. And that doesn’t feel good to you either, But you can’t think of your other choices.
It’s all dependent on one another. If nothing matters than nothing matters. If everything matters than everything matters. But it can’t always be that simple.
Have you figured out what I felt yet? If you feel all of those things I am sure you will. I did tell you that it would be indescribable. It’s all of the colors that you’ve seen but can’t
remember. It’s all of the tastes that remain on your tongue. It’s all of the faces that pass you by everyday. It’s all of the pings that you get in your heart.
I felt life. I. Felt. Life. © 2015 Brittany BosticAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBrittany BosticMDAboutTo write is to live and feel passion seething through your veins that somehow shows up in words on paper. I love words and the strange way that they use themselves to portray everything we have in.. more..Writing
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