Sometimes, I Wish

Taking a short break from my podcast to get back to my creativity. I wrote this without editing. Sometimes, I wish, I was unable to feel the wind, as she whispers, upon the nape of my neck, beneath the midnight moon. Sometimes, I wish, I was not able to understand, the birds, singing, solely for me - at each fresh dawn. Sometimes, I wish, I was unable to comprehend the grass, speaking volumes, beneath my feet, bare, in the midday sun. Sometimes, just sometimes, I wish, I wonder, why I was born, to feel everything intensely - like volcanic rumbling, deep beneath the earths core, like a tsunami, roaring - ravaging destruction, like a hurricane roiling, a funnel of fury, and like a swan swimming, ever so gently - still - upon the cool calm waters of life. Sometimes I wish, but I dont, not really, not truly, want to - wish to be anything but a feeling, loving, ever so intensely empathic human soul where in my world, giving is beauty, loving is natural, where there are no expectations, games, confusions, or lack of proper communication. Sometimes I wish I was blind to all that is unseen. Sometimes. © Susan Marie