The feeling under the feeling under the feeling

How do you really feel?

I don't always like that question

Because sometimes I don't like how I feel

Sometimes that core feeling

that feeling that pulses

under my visible self

is dark

and painful

and powerful

In the woods I came upon

a lonely cabin

no longer solid

it slumped

logs askew

scattered

leaning 

sliding into the earth

widows 

eyes into a dank darkness

cumbling roof

more moss than shingles

it looked as if one more good snow

would drive it into the earth

and finish its destruction

and in that moment

that feeling under the feeling under the feeling

came to life

and said "me too"

Oh scattered

crumbling

listing jumble

so fragile

Oh abandoned 

lonely shell

ah

I know how you feel

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Thank you God
For friends
For beautiful sunrises
And for people who like to hug!

Thank you for those
Who know one's story
All of it, and still say
I love you