Mending 'Broken Thought'

Sometimes I think,
as if I can figure things out.
Sometimes I write,
like I know what I'm writing about.
Sometimes I feel,
as if feeling could change the world.
Sometimes I speak,
having something "important" to say.

But sometimes...
I breathe deeply, remembering what it feels like to inhale.
I sing at the top of my lungs in the middle of a crowd, as if I were all alone.
I dance, confident with my bosom and my hips,
not seductive, just free.

And I recline into another's lap, one like a mother.
She is warm and wet, and I suppose this is like a womb.
So I feel safe.

That's when I know what believing is about.