The Empath’s Burden

Deep inside me, there exists a sadness. Most days I just pretend, to avoid any conflict. Living in a world filled with so much emotion,

Being a person who hears the unspoken. I see the unseen,

I feel what is denied.

The overwhelming responsibility of being a conduit of light,

When most would rather push through life, hiding what’s inside.

I feel their unhappiness.

Don’t they know it was never meant to be carried? They share their pain, wearing it as a badge of honor,

Inviting others to drink from their tall cup of longueurs.

Each interaction depletes me, as I assist with damage control,

Creating barriers to avoid the magnetic pulls.

The pull is so strong, it’s like being mind-controlled.

These dimmed lights are constantly searching for the strength to remove the blindfold.

The sound of the alarm clock in their head,

Reminding them that much of their time has been misled.

For those flying blind,

You have always held the key to unlock the true nature of your design.

Just take pause and ask yourself, “Why?”