Day 76: Ostrich


Not the type that is felt physically

But the one of the heart

The pulsing and throbbing one that ebbs and flows

The type that some cannot bear to see you endure

So out of self preservation

They move away

They ignore

They look through

Forgetting that one day we will all feel it in different forms

Forgetting that their need to pretend it doesn’t exist

Is not greater than your need to hear their acknowledgement of its current presence in your life

Who is more pained I wonder


Who feel it now

Or they

Who fear the day they will feel it too.