Straight Toward Wry

I am boisterously quiet; unabashedly shy.
I ease through anxiety; straight toward wry.
I cry on the shoulders of kings and of men.
I lift them up; put them together again.

We cannot feel when blind is awake.
We cannot see when life is at stake.

I climb and I claw down toward the sky.
I grasp the ropes; slip though try.
I retch and I bend; whimper in pain.
I bleed and I sob; come alive again.

I am boisterously quiet; unabashedly shy.
I ease through anxiety; straight toward wry.
I lean too far; fast to the ground.
I hear breaking; my last sound.

We cannot love when broken is time.
We cannot speak when art is crime.

Empath

I see too much suffering; too much pain.
I am a sensitive soul and when those around me, close to me; my friends and loved ones suffer, I too suffer.
I too feel their pain.
I cannot watch the news.  I cannot listen to the radio.
Not without causing suffering within myself.

I am a supportive person by nature.
When someone close to me is hurting, they tend to reach out to me.  And I to them.
I don't mind being supportive.  I don't mind lending an ear or a shoulder.
But it does cause suffering in me.

Sometimes I pull back from being that support person.  I have to take care of myself or I become physically ill.  My heart feels heavy.  My mind unable to concentrate.  My shoulders ache with the weight of their suffering.

And then I pull energy from Mother Nature and I am back on my feet again.  Ready to shoulder the responsibility placed on me by Karma.

The responsibility of being an empath.  Of being connected to the life force, energies and souls that roam this realm.

It is a gift and a curse.  I also feel resounding joy for those who are going through something that makes them happy.  When I massage my dogs hips and she is in bliss, my heart fills up.  When one of my kids is proud of something they completed, I am overjoyed.

And I cannot imagine my life without this ability/responsibility.