In its Rare Form

With every beat it has a breath. So deep past its understanding depth. It meets your need so you are complete. Beyond comprehension that it's so rare. Understanding is its deepest roots. It lifts you up and makes you tough. Not the one that beats you up. When it sees you down, it grabs your hand saying "Come on. Let's get back up." It chooses you because it knows your worth after all the hurt. It knows no pity because it knows you are pretty. The beauty inside is worth feeling alive so don't let yourself die. Cries if you need, but don't let it bleed. Piece by piece makes a picture complete. Its loyalty is so rare that it might seem unfair. The beat is so quiet, but to some it's loud just because of how profound. Intricately woven that only truth can be spoken. Figuring it out won't work out. It's so rare so don't even compare. It cherishes so much it doesn't let anyone perish. The flood of it inside keeps you alive. To some it may seem cold just because it chooses to be alone, but to them it feels at home. Pouring it out reveals its part.