I was not present
I was not there
I did not guess
And I’m pretty fair
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I’m not like the others
Who understand you
Your sisters and brothers
Who claim that they do
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I live far away
But I am too close
I can’t really say
I’m still comatose
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Your feelings and actions
Are yours all alone
There’s nobody there
And no one is home
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I lie in my bed
I sit in my chair
I quickly shiver
In utter despair
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Was it something I read
Or something much else?
I thought it was mine
I wasn’t myself
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It came in a wave
Exposed in a fury
I couldn’t keep up
I wanted to hurry
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I felt so exhausted
With pains in my soul
Where I had a part
A significant role
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Perplexed and mistaken
It’s not what I see
I put it aside now
This anger in me
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I walk all among you
But I wander alone
Is there anyone out there
To whom can condone?
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My brothers and sisters
All here on this earth
I’m here and I feel you
With all I unearth
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You cried in the darkness
I felt so much fear
I was not there love
But fell from your tear
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You couldn’t move much
They held you firm too
Your throat was collapsing
I screamed out for you
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Through half-opened eyes
I saw in your mirror
This sudden darkness
No hope or glimmer
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This figure of darkness
Unmasked their true face
No soul for the narcissist?
Oh mercy Lord, my disgrace
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There are some who just get it
“I’ve been there before”
“Been there! Done that!”, Claim understanding
Then there are Empaths…who know so much more
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There are strangers among us
And they know what you do
There is much contradiction
It’s just not science-fiction
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For what you believe may be true,
The thoughts that arise, are up to you
What you believe is what you do
Empaths that breathe are matter too
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I walk amongst you. I feel your pain
Oh people of earth, my big family
They’re moments of coarse I feel joy too
So Please attempt, to understand me
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I know no “normal”…I want to be free
I ask my dear brain “why?” ..no answer to thee
So deeper I go to the one I call “Self”
Myself has the answer. “because it is ME,”
Paula, this is some poem you wrote. There is so much raw emotion and power throughout. In short, what I am trying to say is this is not simply a good poem. This is a GREAT poem! I feel a connection with some of the feelings and emotions that are expressed. Once again this is a GREAT poem!
Joel, thank you so much. This means a lot to me. I’ve come to a place where I no longer really fear what I cannot explain, simply because I’m happy to know that others feel the same! It’s easy to write of that which we know… It makes me think that to write of what you don’t experience in reality..in such an intuitive and compassionate way…that perhaps the empath is within many writers…I think, I wonder, I often ponder… claims the pen in a moment of thunder!
Thank you so much for visiting this poem and sharing with me here! Have a great weekend my friend. Paula
You are welcome, Paula. Your comments were not only true but inspiring as well
I’m very glad. Your spirit is kindred among us who feel! Thank you my dear!
You are welcome
We walk the earth. We care and despair. We see all the pain, we pray for spiritual gain. We are too full for words, we struggle to speak. We pray for the souls of the strong AND the weak. We pulse WITH the earth, to our death from our birth. We walk the earth. We dare to care.
That’s beautiful…