I am sorry

[Another Iteration]

Today I prayed in silence.

The full-ish moon encased my body in her warm light

I slammed my forearms down against the dirt, staring at the altar

I looked back at me.

And when I got home, this ant on my body held tight. Jaws gripping the dirty fibers.

"Why won't you let go?" I asked the massive ant, unsure if it could even walk anymore

I can feel it clench harder, harder, harder. Little ant friend, why are you still here? What are you hoping to gain?

I tried to take him outside, but he (they?) clenched even harder.

Okay, little one. You can come with me.

<3

 

[timf]

Poetry can be a way to express emotion. If what is communicated is a feeling of helplessness, a solution might be to find a way to experiment with some activity or action that creates a feeling of being in control. Even something small or seemingly inconsequential can be useful to push back against a feeling of helplessness.