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Keep Burning Out. Keep Lighting Up.

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Your mind and your body and your imagination are everything. Your integrity is everything. Keep loving harder, keep craving connection. Keep seeking it all.

Keep cracking your bones and collecting their dust. Keep shifting shapes, keep drawing blood from wounds previously closed. Keep yourself warm. Keep the compassion, the empathy, the kindness. Keep flinging your whole body at people.

Keep tossing yourself at them, giving them your heart strings and letting them tug as they see fit.

Keep your tired eyes dirty and wet and full of sunsets and stars and anything with a hint of blue in it because blue makes you feel. Be Grace Kelly when you want to be Grace Kelly and be the opposite when you want to be.

Feel it all in your fingers and slide them down so that every part of you trembles in delight. Make yourself a home and tear it down. Live outside of it and watch the sunrise every morning. Build yourself up, buttercup.

Watch your hungry, beating limbs as they stretch and stretch and ache and grow.

Keep turning people into poems. Keep inhaling him and keep pressing his face into your memory so you won’t ever have to be without it. Keep letting your body guide him. Keep arching your back so that he has a better view of your… heart.

Keep your torso aching for him, thriving on the constellation of freckles on his back, his face, his chest, his rib cage. Keep craving him in bigger, more significant ways.

Keep your buoyant smile. Keep it even when the world shrieks at you and demands your sadness. Revel in the misery, but not for too long. Recognize the grace period that comes with a heavy fall and let it lead you back up. You will float up when you need to, you stay down when you need to.

Keep breaking easily. Keep stabbing yourself sweetly with syntax. Keep aching with a good word flow. Keep letting it all scar you. Keep wearing the scars on your back and on every place your hands cant reach and can’t rub away.

Keep aching at the thought of the children birthed with no plan of meals or water or fresh love. Keep being aware of their struggle, keep it tied closely to your own. Keep struggling. Keep mounting breaths upon breaths of anxious air into your lungs.

Keep letting anxiety engulf you in its bitter embrace, knowing that it will soon spit you out.

Keep letting your emotions be the elephants in the room, because they are too loud, too plenty. Keep letting emotional be the adjective most frequently used to describe you. Keep reminding people that it isn’t such a bad things to feel the passion rising in your chest first thing in the morning.

Keep letting yourself be a work of art even when you feel tired and dirty. Keep letting him tell you you’re beautiful without wincing. Keep growing your spine, letting it keep you warm and tingly but not trembling, not wavering. Keep feasting on feelings and burning out soon after.

Keep burning out. Keep burning out. Keep lighting up. Keep lighting up.

 

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{Keep Living}

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