Energy,
something
I rarely
have.
Health problems
and
depression
stifling,
suffocating
every
cell,
atom,
molecule,
everything.
But,
even though
I
don’t
have a lot
of
energy,
I believe
I’m
beginning to
feel it 
elsewhere.
Not in
people
as much
anymore,
my intuition
a
flame,
extinguished
along
with my
hope
of becoming healthy,
but I
feel
energy
in
objects.
Not in
books
or
a pencil,
but in
seashells
and crystals.
It’s an
odd
feeling,
a new
feeling,
it feels like
a flower
in
my chest,
its blossom’s
size
changing
with the strength
of the
energy.
I hope
this feeling
stays.
Hope…
it’s
quite nice
to
see you
again.