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.

Confidence

Defensiveness is NOT confidence.

Having the last word is NOT confidence.

Raising your voice louder than is NOT confidence.

Standing tall is NOT standing above.

True confidence is the soul’s immune system,

Knowing who you are independent of

other people’s opinions.

Knowing who you are and

calmly being yourself without needing

to prove or affirm yourself.

True confidence is meeting people

with empathy detached from your own ego,

seeing the soul behind the words expressed.

When you are truly confident you never question

your worth or your ability to love

and be loved in return.

When you are truly confident you never question

other people’s worth or their ability to love

and be loved in return.

When you are truly confident there is no need

to stand up for yourself because

you already are standing.

Beauty and the Beast

It is only when we

learn

to love

the ugliness

within,

accepting that the

beast

is just another form of

beauty

hiding behind

self-loathing

and insecurity

that we can become

a whole rose

again

with days and days of

wild blooming

ahead of us.

Unsaid words

Unsaid words

stuck

in my throat

breaking

reflections

engaging

alarms

resonating

in my

heart

making it

throttle

pushing

me

to

fight

or

run

for

my life.

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.

On Solid Ground

Sometimes

I have to

force

myself

to stand

still.

Breathing

through

my feet

to feel

that

I am

still standing

on

solid ground.

Conversation

Conversing with

myself

before

sunrise

is essential

to

re-establish

the connection with

myself

that usually

hides

in plain

daylight.

Heal

it wasn’t

your fault.

But

the responsibility

to heal

still falls

on you.

Fireproof

Going through

hell,

you learn

that it’s your

tears

that make you

fireproof.

Kindness

Kindness

does not

flaunt itself.

Even warmth

can burn

and leave

bruises

when

it’s turned on

too high.