The Inner World of an Empath

An empath.

Bears other’s pain

As a burden of their own,

And sometimes,

Mistakes it entirely as theirs.

An empath

Finds it easy to cry,

To produce from within,

The water

They so long to be beside.

Empaths feel understood

When the colossal clouds cry

With them

Fat tears

Falling from the sky.

…

Instead of going home and crying,

Like I would do,

I pressed my feet into the floorboard,

And drove myself to the water,

A body of far more empathy than me.

I set out to diffuse negative energy,

And sure enough,

Just like that,

The trail…

Lifted my burdens from the first step

Into that sacred tree line.

The orange lit path

Of warm glowing trees

Stretched their branches over me.

It looked like they were smiling,

An ever so gentle lift of the lip

With the wise, tired eyes

Of a mother,

Weary with wisdom and love.

Their welcome whispers said:

“Do not worry…

Come in…

Everything is peaceful here.”

So I did…

That forest absorbed my worries,

Filled them with sunshine,

And placed them back,

Refined with confidence,

Into my awareness.

The water there was still as a bath.

No boats sent waves beating to its shore.

It rippled calmly,

Stirred only by warm breeze,

As the sun cast down its rays so endearingly,

Looking at me

As a grandmother may look

At her granddaughter

In her infamous teenage years -

The ones she remembers

And understands well,

Though nobody else seems to.

A hug of sunshine,

A listening lake.

Tranquility its strongest habit,

Nature is the most practiced

At mindfulness.

And the water is my friend.

It is the liveliest,

Calmest,

Most exploratory,

Most peaceful

Thing in nature.

A beautiful oxymoron

Of never boring consistency,

Of ever-changing sameness.

A place to lose and find myself

With the abstract grace

I see in the water.

I breathe it in,

And it becomes a part of me.

With the renewed strength

Of calmness,

I am grounded.

I can think.