Sometimes, the beauty of the world hurts my eyes.
A photograph, a song, a word- pains my heart.
Am I a vessel, chosen by the Universe to be filled with this abundant suffering,
so that others won't have to?
I could, quite literally, walk around crying all the time
With the depth and seriousness of all that I take into my heart.
Sorrowful, warm tears of worldly agony.
And the thing is, I know I have more, I know I am more than this.
I look at the faces of my babes, my gorgeous wild children,
but I still can't feel like I'm enough for them. Enough for any of this.
And so, with all that beauty and pain that I am surrounded by every day-
the walls that were slapped together with such pliable and careless force,
the walls that make up the shape of the vessel that I am...
and there is very often nobody there that can understand the depth of the cracks
and so there is very often nobody there that can mend them.
It's just been one of those lives. This is where I am right now....