She begs the sun to bleach her brain Too many diseases, disorders Too much hatred and grief She endures with them Their trauma cuts into her green aura Slices her past open through the bolted door Rusty locks and cracked timber She feels cold feet on dirty soil The dampness of moss infested walls The mind torturing plop of the dripping tap How her porcelain face longs for the gentle sun Her world is split into two She is the bridge, the hand to carry them from then to now she resists the grip of the past "Hold on to the warm sun" she whispers Before her eyes The dark shadows, dim cellar, cold winter fading and peeling off like chalk drawings She begs the sun to bleach her brain laying golden shimmers on canvas filled with light and warmth
Tag: empathy
I wonder
we don’t see people
we see our opinions
through people
she looks so thin
she is an anorexic
he has no front teeth
he is an addict
she has been diagnosed with
nasal cavity cancer
what do you expect
she is a chain smoker
he lost the custody of
his children
why are you so surprised
he is a drunk
when we are confronted with matters
beyond our own experience
or understanding
it is easier to
pose judgement or
be clinical about it
but
is that being helpful
wouldn’t it be more logical
to take it at face value
and empathise with the person
Flicker of Thoughts 