The Woes of a Bleeding Heart

With a heavy heart and tearful eye I make my way through life.

I feel for the chopped down tree; I feel for it as if it were my own

skin being sliced open by the sharp blade of an ax.

I feel for the hunted animal; I feel for them as if it were my own

brothers and sisters being gunned down. 

I feel for the weakened soil; I feel for it as if it were my own

nutrients being unceremoniously taken from my body.

I feel for the bird and fish; I feel for them and know their pain

for it is our air and water that is being polluted. 

Some call it silly, some call it weak, others call it a Buddhist trait.

I call it an understanding of the interconnected world. 

Outfit:

Thrifted // Hat

Garage Sale // Scarf

Thrifted // Shirt

Vintage // Skirt

Thrifted // Belt

Vintage // Boots