sometimesihatemycat

It has been unnaturally grey
And foggy for days
Yet I
Have never felt more
Clear
My heart
Aches for small things lost
In a way
It has not
Since my “too-sensitive”
Childhood
I weep
For the battle-scarred
But friendly
Squirrel
The clever one legged
Raven
And the spider soft and dying
In the corner
Of my room
I am connected to something
Long forgotten
I deeply feel
The turning of this season’s wheel
Stop crying
They said
Stop crying
They still say
But I will not
Quell these hazy days
Or crystal tears
They are the ever-turning link
To all of my
Humanity

-me

~ by April on October 22, 2020.

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Tags: Connection, Empath, Empathy, Fog, Foggy, grief, Haze, humanity, Loss, Love, Nature, SAD, Sadness, Seasons, Sensitive, Small Things, Tears, Wheel