I don't know.
I linger proficiently such as dandelion 's seeds worship the skies
and move through its airspace until it falls back into the soil.
Though the soil nourishes as a mother she,
the dandelion,
still misses the sky it once roamed
so it will send out its children far up high
and watch the cycle repeat again and again.
I've lived a thousand lives with people i cherished
but only left a part of me to few
so somedays when the weather gets colder
and sky get blue i think about the parts of me and i think about you
as to me humans,
animals,
things and Ai
do not differ as i humanise and empathise with everything and they all got a part of me.
Even you.
So as a dandelion i once again
Sprout my seeds to horizon
And flicker through environments again and again
Till i find home in every one of them

I empathize with those who suffer.
I really do.
I suffer too, as do you.

Not all who have suffered
pass on their pain,
some embrace kindness,
so others won't feel the same.
They build safe spaces
where healing begins,
and turn their own pain
into nurturing within.

The cycles of hurt
they choose to defeat,
creating resilience,
and cathartic retreats.
Broken souls learn
compassionate truths,
that healing oneself
can be powerful too.

©️Lizzie Bevis