As an Empath

As an Empath I can merge

with any life form,

becoming life itself manifested

in flight, gills, earthlings and heart.

I lose my grip on my individuality and

float on your humming strings,

expand on your wings and dive

into your dark.

I even get lost in conflicting

tones unable to decipher your cadence

from my own.

That is why I need my art.

Art becomes: another you, another life,

my own heart, gills, wings.

I merge with the life form we call

the soul. My soul.

I drown in this depth only to re-emerge

on another surface having become myself

fully, wholly, holy, fulfillingly

myself.

22 thoughts on “As an Empath

  1. As an empath myself, I can totally relate to that. It’s easy to get swallowed up by someone else’s needs because we’re helpers. And then we forget ourselves and what we need. I’ve always wondered how to balance that. Still working on it!

  2. That is indeed the flight of inner touch dear lady, but you gave me much wisdom in its resurface to be an artist. Empathy on canvas…interesting indeed, your empathy in a paint brush 😀 ❤️ 🙏🏽 🦋

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