Wind

Her heart shuddered at every breeze
had so since she could remember
because she felt the breaths of many
from ages gone and lives out of reach,
feeling their tears drip on her heart
was a pain she really didn’t want,
yet it also summoned the thoughts
of love and dreams she could savor
for each vibrant passion they carried.

Being born an empathy had been so hard
for it was so difficult to appreciate
why you knew what beat inside
that eyes would convey with stares,
though lips might spill some tale
completely contrary to the truth.

Was so difficult to get through some days
when she would sense some perverted ideas
they didn’t just come with weird images
bringing such intense depraved energies,
which were like being punched in the face.

Now she dwells in her small chamber of liberty
finding refuge in ways she challenges those pangs
with all their confusion pokes are her mind.

Quiet is the mercy she reaches
enough to at times accept the breath
from one who says he loves her.

If only she could also feel those whispers
he had told another,
still he kisses and night magic
stay the anxiety from the sensory overload
so she can get through a night without screams,
which is worth those times she accepts him
into her private well of need
as it blocks out the other chaos she needs to escape.