feeling it.

she thought it was that her heart was heavy -
but when she stopped to really feel it,
she realized it was more like her lung was bruised.
like it was heavy to breathe.
like it was hard to sit up.
her eyes didn't want to focus
but her mind wouldn't stop focusing.
and echoing inside over and over
was the crying of her inner child.
when she finally stopped to really feel it,
she closed those heavy eyes
and saw the little one inside.
resting her head against the bruised lung
the little one breathed in time with those aching parts.
together they held each other.
and for a beautiful little while,
they did nothing else.