“Empath”
I remember walking down the street today
And thinking, I am happy
At this moment I am happy without a doubt
And it was true. I felt life was wonderful.
I was carefree, I was bouyant.
In the recluse of my room I wrote down my happiness
Every detail, the whims and bobs
And how I didn’t need anybody but myself.
The familiar fear crept over me
But I thought, no… I will let myself be happy this time
I will not fear happiness.
So with a tentative step and a wary glance
I plunged into happiness, headfirst
And I remember feeling as if a great weight had been lifted.
The day wore on, and still I felt happy
I felt alive, I felt complete
And then through outside feats, I began a spiral
A spiral down, down… deeper down into the place I know so well.
My life is happy, but others are miserable.
I fell down with the thoughts of others in my head.
I drowned in The Death of Ivan Ilyich,
And the crazy/beautiful people that live in this world.
Empathy’s pungent odor fills me now, and I reflect on my own life.
My own sorrows and joys that are always with me,
A breeze that wraps around and surrounds me when the sun is shining down.
Lindsey @ 10:58PM
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