Give and break

My head is being pounded like drum. Everyone gathers around pounding together. Non stop it continues. I’m pushed almost to the point of breaking. They stop for a moment, but my reprieve is short lived. They start again. Ever beating on my skin I feel I’m about to break. One grows tired and walks away, but another one take their place. There is no reprieve. I call out for peace and harmony, but they only harmony comes when they pound on me. Everywhere I turn I’m faced with another soul, beater in hand to take their turn.

I made the decision to help and they take too much every time. I transform back to bird form. I fly high back up the mountain. I leave them all behind, again. The owl prefers his space with his mate. He will stay there for a while. Maybe he will return, but nobody knows.

Published by Snowy Owl

There was a lot more written here before. Then I saw it was irrelevant. I am just another person with an autoimmune disease and spectrum ”disorder” who is highly sensitive to their environment. I thought I would write a few things down, so here you go. Swim at your own risk!

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