The Flow

There is a flow,
A rush of love, light, laughter
Meaning, respect, and justice
Running through all things in the universe
Which we hide from ourselves.
We close ourselves up, turn away,
And claim all is barren and arid
Even as the flow pummels our backs.
Opening up to this flow
Is the first step to a better life
But makes us feel
As if we are breaking.

The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.