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.

Being and Empath

I’d rather

lose

myself

than see you

lose

in life.

I’d rather

be the one

crying

than see you

hurt.

And no,

this is not

a love poem.

“You”

are the one reading

this poem

and everyone

who is not.

You see,

if it is my

pain,

it is mine

to heal.

If it is your

pain,

it is still mine

but not mine

to heal.