In a way,
I kind of died.
There’s no other way to describe
that trip into the other side
the feeling that evolves
from pure ecstasy
into a presence so alive
there is nothing but to cry.
Where was I?
And you could have pulled me up for anything,
My body too limp to comprehend.
You could have pulled me up to carry me
and guide me towards the end.
But you pulled me up to hold me
to gather me all the way in.
You pulled me up to hold me tight
so that I could come down