It’s the
part of me that didn’t break.
It’s a
place inside of me that receives the world, and finds its meaning.
It’s a true
compass, that sets a sure path for my hesitating foot.
It’s my infallible
sentry, which warns in danger, and stills in safety.
It reads
energy and places, not faces. It feels out the shape of their intent even while
untrue words are washing over me.
It grasps
the whole story, even when the disassembled parts tumble uncaught through my
hands.
It whispers
the wordless language of dreams in the waking world, and is never wrong.
It’s as
essential as the blood that pulses within my body.
It’s not a
sixth sense. It’s my primary sensation.
It doesn’t
need to remember. It knows.
It has never let me down.
It’s the
part of me that didn’t break.
