The Elephant’s Tears
Poetry

Another taken laying still life leaving her downcast eyes.
The young ones nudge and sniff her corpse not grasping that she’s died.
Though we’ll never feel the healing touch of her magnificent trunk again.
We won’t leave her side until the earth reclaims her flesh. We’ll revisit the bones of our cherished friend.
Along with cats, elephants are some of my favorite creatures. Their intelligence and empathy are undeniable, they contribute to the overall well-being of the environment, and they’re gorgeous.
Due to the destruction of their habitats and the ivory trade, African elephants are considered vulnerable while Asian elephants are officially endangered. Humans could learn a thing or two from these amazing animals. Their gentleness and strong sense of community, for example. But instead, we disregard their contribution to our planet and murder them, causing grief within their herds.
Over the years, the gentle power of elephants has served as a reminder to embrace my sensitivity. I love their empathy, altruism, and ability to nurture yet I am aware of their strength. Why do I sometimes find it difficult to love those traits in myself, seeing them as advantages rather than weaknesses?
Society often diminishes the value of highly sensitive people and their ability to make amazing contributions to the world. Those with the trait can find it difficult to accept themselves as a result but like the beautiful elephant, they possess a unique power.
Connecting with people on this platform and other cozy spaces on the internet has affirmed that fact for me and I have hope that soon, we’ll all feel a sense of belonging.






