It flies in the air
It floats in how we care
Doesn’t need a reason or a rhyme
Just an inner season without time
Some call it a once in a while high, others a source
Some just believe, others make it their course
We all agreed at some point that this is living
But we forgot to clarify purposeful giving
It’s in my fingertips when I write
Flowing in my blood when I stay and fight
Pulses through my breath in the heat of a fiery now
It’s the magic string that lets my universes bow
It’s not a special skill or a chosen power
It’s the choice to be what’s beyond the hour
We’ve all felt it whether it’s been seen or not
The moment I loved all the times I’ve fought
It’s the something that connects you and me
The something that makes our words free
It’s the smile when something resonates
The fearless fire when a spark detonates
-Grace
Author’s Note – in this piece, the words “fight/fought” are meant in the way of choosing to fight and to live rather than just getting through life or waiting for a moment to be over. Yes, “fighting” is often used in the negative but, in my life recently, it’s been one of the most positive things…and it will be that way in my writing too :).