Isn't everyone an Empath? - A Poem
Sometimes I wish I didn't feel so deeply.
These layers of knowing cannot be all mine.
My artistic soul cannot hold all these thoughts I have.
The vivid visions in my mind over flow.
These tingles in my fingertips must belong to another.
The breath I inhale,
A million droplets of dreams
from some place else.
Like the storm which blows through from nowhere
The wind makes me feel the arms of a thousand lovers lost.
The blue swirl of energy takes over me like a sigh.
A hurricane of emotions which don't feel like mine.
The dark cave I watch from is cold
But I dream of different.
Just outside me is an uncrossable road or river
The other side of the glass, the people I cannot touch
The one I love stands in a different shadow.
I lie on the beach waiting for a tsunami wave to hit
It breaks over me, and yet I never get wet.
I never catch the train or there is never a seat.
I can never find the ticket or find the right gate.
I am unreachable and yet all feeling
Buffeted by everything except anything which I can call my own.