Empathy Poetry

Sit with your emotions

Feel them

Breath in

Breath out

Let the pain hurt

Allow yourself to forgive

You must do so in order to move forward

Is this what it takes to make art?

To pull my beating heart out of my chest?

As I write, the blood from my heart is used as ink

These words I write are more than just thoughts

They are derived from my very soul

The hurting and healing at a constant tug of war

Battle they do

Whichever one wins in the end

No one shall ever know

However, I will remain with this pen in my hand

Until every last drop of blood is put on paper

In your darkest hour it is up to you whether you will rise or fall.

Guilt creeps upon me like a long lost friend

Promises I should have kept

Words I should have not said

In time I will forget

Currently, it meets me

And beats me dead

The young man said, “I miss her.”

The old woman replied, “Then tell her.”

I am a walking miracle. After everything I have endured, I am still here.

I am at constant war with my mind. At times I fear it will consume me and there will be nothing left of me but this darkness inside of me. I’m afraid I shall go the same way as Plath and Hemingway in the end.

If you can’t let go of someone no matter how hard you try, the universe is speaking to you. Shut up and listen.

I have seen too many people in my life who belong together but aren’t due to one universal emotion we humans call pride.

With vulnerability comes power

With pride comes a coward