The loving muscle, nestled deep inside is pumping with life and sadness, it's screaming for release.
The intellect is strong and mighty, determined to win the battle.
The warm salty liquid up to the brim, but just like the tide goes back in.
The mentality is certain that the outcome will be in her favor, it pushes back the tears and tries to convince the muscle to listen to reason.
Why does the loving muscle tremor with fear?
The soul knows that the fragile heart will win this battle, the tears will fall. But, the intellect will prevail and lead the vessel in the right direction.