I am reading a book right now that with every page is absolutely breaking my heart
but still I read
it comes very highly recommended
and the language and characters are so beautiful,
I find it hard to let them go.
So I sit, and I gasp, and I cringe and tears come to my eyes,
as the unkindness of humans
pierces my heart and attempts
to pull me under.
I feel weak, vulnerable
and scared
but still I read
my heart feels soggy
and I feel
smudgy
and small
tide waters are rising
and I can feel them
surging
just about eye level
I find myself
holding my breath
clenching my teeth
tense
I am struggling a bit
but I know these feelings
they are a part of me
and I try always
to recognize them when they come
I hold back tears when I can
and let them fall
when I need to
they remain, ever close
I step outside with my camera
to get a picture of a branch
hanging low
weighted heavy with fresh snow
seemingly capturing
my feelings
just above I hear a tiny little peep
I turn instead to
find you
my little chick-a-dee
and
that little peep
reminding me
that my heart still beats
strong
that the heaviness of snow
can still be beautiful
and hope
returns ♥
the heaviness of snow
