When we begin to read a poem, I think we long for that feeling

Something that tells us, you are more than you think
You are the aching loving pain of life,
The tooth that hurts but feels good when pushed a certain way
The first shining, dancing snowflake falling alone
Like an actor taking the stage
On the night sky in winter, only the moon its spotlight
You are the first kiss from the person you have longed for, for so long
The smell of pine and the cold wind that passes through your face
And hits your soul and aches and aches in the place you have felt a thousand winters before
Dark and desolate
And here you are lighting a candle and writing, and writing until that space deep within you
That is constantly begging for more says you can stop
Until your brain can’t process another idea but they come flooding in
The stars are over you, and no matter what all those others would want you to believe
They will keep on shining forever.