6/22/19

My heart feels things 

so very deeply. On the good

days, I am glad for it, and 

even welcome it. On those

days, it feels swelling joy 

in a sudden breeze; it feels

serenity in the gentle

lapping of waves on a moon-

cooled shore; it feels the 

strength of the stubborn man

when it gazes on the sharp

up-hill of the mountains. On

the bad days, I pity it and

long helplessly to put it at 

ease. On these days, it feels

the blistering pain of scorching

anger; it feels the crippling fear of

the inescapable unknown future;

it feels the crushing weight of

soul-deep, inexplicable loneliness. 

On the worst days, I fear it.

On these days, it feels nothing at all. 

I cannot help but weep for it.

A.T.