Awakening (Poetry)

I had forgotten what passion felt like —
it was as though something of me
that had been buried long since
at the bottom of some deep well
had suddenly surfaced
and now stood dazzled in the light —
transfixed by the sheer shock of it.

This was no soft romantic flutter of realization —
it was a violent surge that shook me
filled me —overwhelmed me
with such an appalling urgency
I almost feared for my sanity —
except that I had no energy to waste
no room in my thoughts for anything
but the intensity of this resurrected emotion —
this tidal wave that threatened to wash me away...

It was exhilarating and terrifying —
exhausting and electrifying —
love is too small a word — this was so much more —
a sublime — quite divine — sort of madness
that sank its teeth into my soul
and sucked out all resistance —
and thus I was possessed —
my brain on fire — my body never so alive!