Empath

[L. Love]

She curls into a ball...bringing herself as small as she can....the blackness is searching, looking for her whereabouts. She tries to still her heart, her breathing. She tries to block out the sounds she hears...the shouting, the roaring. She closes her eyes....if she is small and quiet enough, if she thinks no more about the things she feels and sees and hears....they will not happen. Her heart is heavy and sad....she does not want to carry this load she has been given...her body aches and her spirit is low.
Yet she knows she chose this life...she knows she chose this path and yet, she is human residing in this shell, she feels like a human, like a frail being unable to distinguish between the things she feels from without and the things she feels from within....
Her path is set and the road is long and lonely........

 

 

The Empath

Curling, swirling, spiralling
Like a whirling dervish.
Wrapping its fingers around one and all
Like tentacles, gripping and choking.
Invisible to so many
And visible to so few,
It permeates everything 
And exists outside and inside.

This is no kind of weather
No kind of light.
This is Energy, grasping, holding,
Caressing and soothing.
A vortex surrounding us
Puling and dragging at us.
Some feel pain, some feel joy.
Some feel love, some feel anger.
But no-one escapes its pull.

I stand still and feel
All you feel.
I feel your joy, your pain.
Your Love and your hate.
It fills my being
And fills my psyche.
Touch like static shocks
And touch like downy feathers
And this from just one.
How so much stronger 
When experiencing many?
Energy. Life.


© Lorrianne Carroll 2010

 

[L. Love]

This was written following the tsunami that hit Japan.

 

Her heart lies heavy
in her breast.
Her eyes wet 
and stinging from salty tears.
She hears their cries 
and feels their pain
And yet is powerless
to do anything but love.

The ground opens,
the waters swell.
Lives shattered
and loves lost.
Her heart lies heavy
in her breast.

Lorrianne Carroll 11.3.11

[L. Love]

Thank you Raibert......being an empath is a lonely place to be sometimes when others do not understand it.  This was one of those times when I wrote this.