"The Person Who is My Secret Weapon" by Tian Berry
The person who is my secret weapon isn’t even really a person but rather
just an embodiment of energy that comes from within.
The energy that comes from being quiet and observant and having
something profound to say.
The energy that is constantly fed but never satisfied.
This energy finds its way into my life and takes over in the best of ways.
At the end of the day, I don’t always remember what happened because
I’ve had this odd, sorta-in-but-mostly-out-of-body experience.
And that’s okay.
It’s okay that I don’t remember every detail because I got through another day.
Another day where I can say I’ve survived the human existence.
This spirit energy, vibe-ish mojo-y thing got me through another minute,
which turned into an hour
Then a day,
And now a lifetime.
So I don’t mind that it doesn’t have a name
Because life is fun when you don’t know everything