Heaven and Hell

One day I am in heaven with contentment The sun everywhere warming me up Daffodils follow me through the yard Giggling as they make friends with the violets Then something happens I stub my toe, I break a finger, A grizzly bear eats my arm off. Bam. I am in hell, angry, sorrowful, keening and wailing. I have found your arm! My mother says. I do not believe it. Determined to stay in hell. Yes, this is how fast my mood shifts. Monday great, Tuesday completely unbearable. Wednesday morning terrific, Wednesday afternoon suicidal. It is the curse of the empath, and I am keenly aware. Brutally keenly aware. Surely you can change that, someone says. Someone with no sensitivity in their entire body. Someone I hate more today than I ever loved them yesterday. Yes, it is that fast.