Empaths Among Us

 I was not present

I was not there

I did not guess

And I’m pretty fair

I’m not like the others

Who understand you

Your sisters and brothers

Who claim that they do

I live far away

But I am too close

I can’t  really say

I’m still comatose

Your feelings and actions

Are yours all alone

There’s nobody there

And no one is home

I lie in my bed

I sit in my chair

I quickly shiver

In utter despair

Was it something I read

Or something much else?

I thought it was mine

I wasn’t myself

It came in a wave

Exposed in a fury

I couldn’t keep up

I wanted to hurry

I felt so exhausted

With pains in my soul

Where I had a part

A significant role

Perplexed and mistaken

It’s not what I see

I put it aside now

This anger in me

I walk all among you

But I wander alone

Is there anyone out there

To whom can condone?

My brothers and sisters

All here on this earth

I’m here and I feel you

With all I unearth

You cried in the darkness

I felt so much fear

I was not there love

But fell from your tear

You couldn’t move much

They held you firm too

Your throat was collapsing

I screamed out for you

Through half-opened eyes

I saw in your mirror

This sudden darkness

No hope or glimmer


This figure of darkness

Unmasked their true face

No soul for the narcissist?

Oh mercy Lord, my disgrace

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

There are strangers among us

And they know what you do

There is much contradiction

It’s just not science-fiction

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

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

I know no “normal”…I want to be free

I ask my dear brain “why?” answer to thee

So deeper I go to the one I call “Self”

Myself has the answer. “because it is ME,”



Paula Curley
Paula Curley
I am a deep thinker, lover of thoughts, and prolific writer sharing my words. In sharing, I am caring. I am a member of the human race with an appetite to motivate, inspire, empower, and provoke thinking. I am compelled to a vision that we are all here for a reason, life is like a deck of cards... “My cards. My deal. Life is learning the game!” #opism What is OPISM? I have come up with this term as my nickname is Op and they are my own quotes representing a moral doctrine belief system. Thus...Op+ism=Opism. #opism. My professional experience is disbursed across industries from financial services and sales to that of personal and emergency care. As one who has trained and coached, mentored, and taught; it has become a passion within to witness and feel joy in the achievement and success of others that I have been associated with. I am a lifelong learner and have created and facilitated various training materials. It is through such experience that I discovered the power of positive feedback in both professional and personal manners. I am self-disciplined, accountable, determined, humble, loyal, and adaptive; but above all, I value my integrity! I am a decent human being. It is with my greatest pleasure to share with others the power of positive words.

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  1. 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 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

  2. 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.