Life is an optical cause, a deceptive mirage,
Sometimes you have to hit it, a hammer's barrage.
Right in the head, to shatter the seeming truth,
To shake off the deceptions of early youth.
I wore a mask then, a face I would don,
Before this true awakening, before this new dawn.
They'd tell me, "Too sensitive," with a judging tone,
As if my deep feeling was something to disown.
But my sensitivity is my strength, now I see,
A powerful current flowing through me.
Yes, "sensitivity is me," not a weakness, but grace,
My truest reflection staring back in my face.
But now, I look inward, my heart as my guide,
See what is real, where the true spirits reside.
The genuine gleams, and the fake falls away,
Illuminated by a brand new day.
I am free, truly free, to live for my own,
No longer confined, no longer alone.
This soul's not a dumping ground, for others' despair,
No longer absorbing the burdens they bear.
Their volatile feelings, no longer my toll,
I draw a firm boundary, I reclaim my whole.
The empath's front door, I'm closing it tight,
Stepping into my own, in the glorious light.
I need to live, to blossom, to brightly unfold,
A story of freedom, fiercely and bold.
And this liberating dawn, this strength I now find,
Thanks to my best friend, who helped clear my mind.
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A wonderful poem of using ones perceived deficits as strengths turning weakness into a tool and weapon. A lovely write my friend
Thank you, Sorenbarrett. I appreciate your support and your very kind words, my friend.
Most welcome
My friend, this is fierce and freeing…each line strikes like a hammer shattering glass, breaking illusion after illusion. That moment of closing the empath’s front door tight is vivid, and it makes the final bloom into light feel all the more powerful. A radiant step into strength reclaimed. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ You are a brilliant poet and a beautiful soul, my friend. A fave from me.
Thank you, Tristan, I appreciate your support and your very kind words, my friend
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