YOUR TEARS

LIZ


Notice of absence from LIZ
PEACE, LOVE, LIGHT!


It's a blessing and a curse to feel this much; absorbing pain; who knows the cause? I don't remember making this oath; all I can say is...I feel it all!

Drowning in emotions, questioning myself; trying to figure out what the hell I did. They kept on pouring, invading my face; so I let them run, and off they went!  I don't understand; I wasn’t mad, or upset. But the heaviness got thicker; and my heart almost caved!

I was starting to wonder how long it would take; I was letting them flow, releasing their clench. My senses woke up; took over the reigns; I guess they forgot the strength I possess. Fixing my crown, I walked through the maze; I wouldn't say I won, but my soul didn't break.

  • Author: LKA (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 8th, 2023 06:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: Oh the joy of being an empath!
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 15
  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, Introverted Sage, L. B. Mek
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  • Bobby O

    My first thought was about them, impolitely I delay my applause for the write but first, I’m selfishly curious, raw conflicts v an ungodly immoral foe is my magical elixir building adrenalized rushes barely controlled. Did you describe an enemy that meant you harm or rather was it an anthropomorphic inner demon assigned w ability to conquer perhaps and mistakenly underestimated you exponential ability to battle?

    • LIZ

      I appreciate you! "raw conflicts v an ungodly immoral foe is my magical elixir building adrenalized rushes barely controlled" WOW! Well, neither! I tend to feel people's pain/energy/emotions- especially via touch. Those emotions/energies can be good or bad. I'm learning to let them go. I'll sit and feel them, but I'll release them. I can't let them linger or it affects how I feel. I used to have a hard time with this; but now I can face them and move on! Thank you so much for your comment. You always take my mind to a different dimension 😁

      • Bobby O

        Too cool. Simpatico!
        I get that empathy thing you speak of, unintended proof of concept isvudenced by my instinct to share more in my notes to you than all else. Even to the point of being prone to practice writing in varied responses to you and not being afraid to have that misjudged as pompous or overdone. I mostly try to be mindful of the irritant factor and not wanting to overstep but I let my guard down to you and it’s due to how you emulate. You Go Girl!!

        • LIZ

          Awwww thank you so much! And, you can always be open. No judgment here! It's actually interesting to me reading other's opinions. Gives me a better, general insight. If I don't get someone or understand, I'll ask you. ❤️

          • Bobby O

            You gonna be in that second poem category I’m guessing. But I worry a bit cuz 32 year old Latin women have that, well, ….THAT

            • LIZ

              Mmmm maybe? Ha!!! Oh misconceptions!! I'm universal! Lol 😆

              • Bobby O

                I earned my disaster relief badge being married three years to a beautiful Latina half Spanish, half Mexican. I had to keep getting her out of jail. The stories are so out there they sound like lies. So I don’t even tell them. I am Hazard Extreme qualified. What I thought snd what it turned out to be were so different.

                • LIZ

                  Oh my!!! As horrible as that sounds..."disaster relief badge", and "Hazard Extreme qualified" has me crying/laughing! 🤣 I might have to borrow it from you! You need a new Latin experience. I promise we're not all THAT bad!

                  • Bobby O

                    I’m half Mexican. It didn’t scare me off. It was that one girl. Really pretty and one thing for sure , I’ll never let cleavage unduly influence me ever again. Me, they are just stories. I’m competitive and capable cuz Chicago if you live it full gets people ready fir any level. Still, this girl was my greatest opponent cuz she knew no boundaries and was capable of tremendous subterfuge. I’m a rated Chess player so I think good w that street stuff thrown in and still, I had ti step back and realize the talent of my opponent. I made a good plan. Hit an uncontested divorce. Way different than her plan. Evil, wrapped in Beauty, but pure EVIL.

                    • LIZ

                      You're from Chicago so yeah! Have to be tough! What a story though!! You have to be intuitive with this! Outside beauty doesn't really mean anything! At least you got yours lol 😆 EVIL....still. BTW I lived there (Chicago) for 3 years, a LONG time ago!!

                      • Bobby O

                        Wow. North side by Humboldt Park is where my Dominican friends ate those plantains and rice w those little funny peas.

                        • LIZ

                          Yessss North side!!! Lol you DO know!!!

                          • Bobby O

                            In the early nineties to owned a beeper store on Division and California. Kitty corner from the park Do Dominicans eat Gandules?

                            • LIZ

                              Ha!!! I remember! Beepers were it back then! My dad had 2 😆. Yes, it's actually "guandules" though!

                              • Bobby O

                                Cool. I happen to be binging this series on Prime and the main characters are Dominican and own an Empanada Restaurant. The chick is cool w rough edges cuz she just got out of prison. It’s really good.

                                • LIZ

                                  Sounds interesting! You and your prison chicks lol

                                  • Bobby O

                                    My ex never went to jail but she would get in fights and get arrested and I had to get her out of lockup about 8 times.

                                    • LIZ

                                      Lord! See...I'm not about that life!!

                                      • Bobby O

                                        She didn’t look the part. I avoid daily drama. When I found out she already had my name. That was way back in 92 and only seen her once dunce by accident. Don’t even know anything. She mistook my kindness and responsible demeanor for weakness. The story is interesting at least the divorce part had a certain plot and twists I’m a capable opponent and like that guy you wrote about , that ungodly foe, she underestimated

                                        • LIZ

                                          Nice people are often underestimated, and misunderstood. But we can hold our own. I can't/won't do drama.

                                          • Bobby O

                                            Good plan. You’re too smart for that. You can spell luangdulies and everything.

                                            • LIZ

                                              🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 thank you! I try!

                                            • Teddy.15

                                              A heartfelt poem dear Liz, love can be so ugly and so painful, we often don't know how we will survive yet we do ❤️ so powerful and beautifully composed

                                              • LIZ

                                                Thank you very much!!! True...but if we're able to learn...thru the pain...then, it was worth it!

                                                • Teddy.15

                                                  Absolutely

                                                • Caring dove

                                                  Hi liz .. I can relate to this .. I think it’s very difficult to feel we are ‘ Absorbing others emotions or sensing them too much ..

                                                  I think there’s probably ways to protect ourselves ..

                                                  Our feelings are enough aren’t they .. very difficult to deal with someone else’s

                                                  A good poem tho especially like the last few lines

                                                  Fixing my crown, I walked through the maze; I wouldn't say I won, but my soul didn't break.

                                                  • LIZ

                                                    Hello! Oh my God yes!!!!! Exactly!!! I try not to absorb it, but it can definitely be a challenge. We already have enough with our own feelings and adding
                                                    someone else's can be overwhelming. Thank you for your comment!

                                                  • orchidee

                                                    I didn't know I bored you to tears with my presence! lol.

                                                    • LIZ

                                                      LMAO 🤣 Not anymore!!!

                                                      • orchidee

                                                        They might weep at some of my corny jokes though! lol.

                                                        • LIZ

                                                          I don't mind weeping AND laughing....at the same time!

                                                        • Introverted Sage

                                                          'I wouldn't say I won, but my soul didn't break'
                                                          amazing!
                                                          The emotion expressed in this deeply felt.
                                                          Touching read

                                                        • LIZ

                                                          Then, my job here is done! Thank you for your kindness!🙏

                                                        • L. B. Mek

                                                          it's our super power, dear Poet
                                                          tears as our disinfectant
                                                          to that crimson unseen but felt
                                                          empathy as our conduit
                                                          to the wisdom we seek n need
                                                          in each stab of pain, we feel
                                                          deep beneath hardened skin
                                                          we blossom, our capacity
                                                          to evolve, in our lifetime!
                                                          (feel, live, hurt, forgive
                                                          grow, blossom, soar
                                                          fall, and climb back up again
                                                          we get to dance with clouds
                                                          let that be reward enough)
                                                          at this point I'm convinced
                                                          you found that ipod i lost
                                                          that one time
                                                          or i found yours, dear friend
                                                          lol
                                                          (beautiful song choice
                                                          best believe
                                                          i'm getting my jazz n blues
                                                          out tonight
                                                          I miss my Coltrane, blue train)
                                                          😎

                                                        • LIZ

                                                          I definitely feel like you can read my mind lol! Yes, I'm going to start thinking of it as my super power from now on.
                                                          "tears as our disinfectant" UFFFFF I've had a lot of disinfecting to do throughout the years!! "we feel
                                                          deep beneath hardened skin"- VERY DEEP! But, we definitely blossom and evolve, get stronger, and gain knowledge! I love the fact that you take the time to listen to the songs. They are as much part of the poem as I am!! Coltrane, one of the greatest!
                                                          And ummmm I guess it's a jazz n blues party!!! Have fun!!!



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