I have this feeling in my body.
I feel this lump inside me.
It’s a lump of emotion.
You hold an imaginary lump to the left of your belly button. It’s fist-sized and at your core.
It’s like all of that sin is right there and it’s about to come out.
It’s vulnerability, you realize.
It’s like there are cracks in my heart and all the rocks are going to come out and it hurts but it hurts so good.
I giggle at your rare and specific description of feelings – and you’re speaking in metaphor! You’re beautiful.
So I’ve been thinking about these lumps. They’re dense. They form slowly. They’re uncomfortable. They don’t belong.
I admire you. If it were me, I’d feel that lump right away and keep it there as long as possible, unwilling to let it go. As much as it discomforts, I’m a lazy lady. I dread change.
But you. While you don’t notice the lump forming there for months, once you identify it, you’re ready to let it out. Teach me your conviction? Your dedication and humility? Your ever-trying heart? Your love.