poetry from the soul ▪︎ wabi-sabi

fists of feelings festering

i lie here crying
and crying

don't know if i'll ever stop
but i have a feeling
that this was long overdue

always hiding what i feel
because i can't drain people
can't wear them down

why?
because i'm supposed to
give more than i receive

give my love
give my support
offer my all

worry later about me
my fists of feelings festering,
unfurling as i speak

the little girl inside me
that begs to be addressed
she can wait

i am not me
without my fatal flaw
my ability to worry extensively

i am an empath
and although that's good
it eats me alive