Listening to a long forgotten soul song

 
In the quiet dawn, thoughts crowd your face in epiphany.
Realizations, like lightning, strike the still morning air.
You stand overwhelmed, a revelation in every breath.
The weight of understanding too much to bear.

In the midst of this flood, you cry and cry and cry and cry.
Tears flowing, a river of emotion unbound.
Each drop a whisper of what once was hidden.
A torrent of truths newly found.

As the storm subsides, you stand in silence.
The epiphany a shadow, the tears a distant shore.
In this quiet aftermath, clarity emerges.
A soul washed clean, ready to re-explore.

And then, out of nowhere, your cat appears.
Watching you with judgment, its tiny eyes pierce.
You try to regain composure, wiping tears with haste.
But the sighter just stares, as if it's a waste.

Feeling awkward, you cough, shuffle your feet.
The epiphany moment now slightly bittersweet.
The ball of furr scampers off, leaving you in a daze.
In the awkward aftermath of life's strange ways.