Pushfullness
It was darkness.
Everything was darkness.
With the force that I could feel,
And the push that my arm couldn't shake off.
It was beginning;
Slow,
The slow.
And although I couldn't stand and I couldn't lift my head;
Thoughts of you was the only thing that I could feel.
It was the only thing that you allowed me to feel.
The spirit of your hands on my arm;
So unknown.
Not sure if it was you,
But knowing that you wouldn't send anyone else.
But you;
You pushed,
You sprang me up.
Everlong,
Everknowing.
You knew I was better and I did too.
But I need and longed for that push that you always pushed me towards.
And without you in the physical world,
There was nothing more to do then to send me to the souls.
My soul;
Your soul.
Forever, together.
Forever, that push.
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