When you hurt, my heart flutters in companion with yours. The anguish you feel is in my belly too. Your agony courses through me in tandem with yours. Your tears meld with mine. With you I gasp for air trying to push this ache away. Turning my head away in disbelief, shaking. I am with you in that pit, clawing, scraping to get out of the wretchedness. We are tied, you and I, bonded from the beginning of your life. Wherever you are, my arms stretch to catch you up and pull you close, shelter you from the harm that is being thrust upon you. I am in that abyss with you where colors have faded, smells are gone, worldly noises are static and meaningless. Black and grey swirls around us in this Mordor of heartache. I know. I feel. You are not plodding on this rocky path alone.
But I want to harm them. I want to come crashing at them, growling, snarling with murderous intent. Those that dare to hurt the ones I love risk much. My nature is protection for you at my own peril. From that bear state I want to cradle you in fairy arms and lift you to my nest, sooth you before you go back to life. You will go back and you will persist. I am the cocoon from which you emerge to one day replace me for your own creation.
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