Alchem-me

If I must feel suffering

Then I want it to cut me deep into the very fiber of my being. From the wound I want art and poetry and music to spill out.

If I must feel fear

Then I want it to paralyze and petrify, shaking me to my most primal of instincts so I can face it again and again with courage and resoluteness.

If I must feel anger

Then I want it to be boiling, seething rage that concerts the strength and focus in my body into a formidable unyielding force. Piercing any obstacle in my path.

If I must feel anxiety and pressure

Then I want the entire universe to press its finger on my back threatening to crush me. So that I can acclimate and rise again denser and iron-clad.

If I must feel love

Then I want it to magnetize my life and attract hearts like mine, elevating and raising us into weightless equilibrium. Vibrating the folly from our spirits.

If I must feel joy

Then I want it to permeate my life and spread to every person I can reach like the suns rays warming the earth and illuminate the lushness of existence.

If I must feel hope

Then I want it to echo into the future and reply back with a gentle knowing and a promising look, smiling upon us all.

There are so many versions of me. So many minute emotions of myself that have existed and will exist. I was meant to explore the extent of my humanity. To feel everything I can possibly feel and experience the depths of which a human spirit can muster.

I have range and my spirit needs room to expand and grow.