The heart of an empath works harder than feeling…
The thoughts entering my concise aren’t mine,
It’s hard to decipher who needs healing
As I drive myself to the point of insane
Trying understand why I can feel what is unheard or seen.
I quiet myself to hear my own thoughts
Observe my surroundings so that I can seek out who sought,
To vibe so strongly on the same frequency.
The job of an empath is to make that person seen!
Make them aware, you’re not alone and with comfort
If you ever need a ear to confess
Confide, I am open
Strong enough to heal myself as I watch you
An empath that demands nothing more than self love from you.
Speaking from experience, it never goes away but it gets a little easier to live each day.
One day at a time, one minute at a time, heal yourself and drop off the pain.
Author & Poetically Speaking with Art 