A rest:

Are you sure my heart is just functional? It feels so much like a centre of knowing Unlike the brain, the information is mute Unwritten in any logs, but stored somehow So much is stored as an ache My brain so desperate to translate That panic occurs, danger signals suspected But we just don't speak the same language Yet, in a quiet moment With no pressure to be understood We can just sit together, knowing Knowing I don't need to unlock secrets Just carry the unwritten forward Without fear or worry It is sometimes enough Across any communication barrier Just to sit with something Maybe beyond me alone And each heart is comforted by another heart Whilst the sense of something wrong is terrifying, unidentified, inescapable It's still possible to be soothed Being in flow and writing helps A joyful conversation without effort The dog sitting my by side, leaning on me Seeing something beautiful Letting a breeze carry away some dread Being seen And whatever I carry is almost too much Indecipherable as it is And my fear is being too full, tipping What if, what if, what if I must quiet the fear, just carry it gently Use my heart to soothe other hearts Even if it doesn't work on myself No one ever meant for this to happen An awareness of knowledge causing pain I can hear the dog dashing upstairs He's just landed next to me That's my cue to rest from it all a minute