The Fog

The Fog

Wondering through a heavy fog

Full of bright faeries

I reach out and touch her wing

I fall screaming in pain

Flashes of jeers, and laughter

An evil man with foul breath and a cigar

I let go of the faerie and keep walking

I touch another this one blue instead of red

I weep under a willow

A grave before me

A mother and her baby in the photograph

I move on past the reds and blues

I reach for a yellow

I whimper behind a couch

Fathers drunk again, mothers not moving

He's coming, I release and walk on

A pink makes me giggle and twirl in my princess dress my teddy and I drink tea

I don't want to let go but the faerie escapes me

On into the fog

Only feeling when touched by these shining faeries, memories, emotions so strong they are Carried on with everyone in these faeries. Touched by them I too can feel them with out I'm hollow blocked off from emotion so long no longer feeling on my own. This is my path

The fog

This is my life

The fog

This is my gift

The faeries

This is the life of an empath.