06 | Still Standing
- Regina Broersma
- Feb 5
- 1 min read
Still Standing
Sometimes I feel lonely.
Not hollow,
just alone with myself.
And at the same time
something else has arrived.
A pulse.
A low, animal strength.
Dark.
Pure.
Magical.
Moving through my body again.
I feel it in my breath.
In the way warmth spreads.
In the way my skin listens.
This is love, breathing.
Uncertain.
But alive.
Both can exist.
Each one solitary.
Each one held
by a field older than fear.
I breathe
and let the body lead.
Instinct returning.
Soft.
Grounded.
Awake.
Love.
Sometimes it is a force
that reminds me
I am still here.
Still sensing.
Still open.
Desire.
Passion.
Ancient.
Steady.
Unbroken.
Breathe.
Touch. Feel. Heat.
And keep breathing.
