Poetry

Poetry: Empath

I’m struggling a little bit tonight with a major loss in my life. While I’m not quite ready to delve into it, I do have an old poem I wrote a couple years ago that seems fitting for the moment.

Empath

Inching in to the roomwoman-1906530_640.jpg
wave upon wave
washing
invisible tides
pulling me down.
Shattered remnants
of fragile hearts
draw blood
as they rain down.
Smile anyway
as hands tighten
around my neck.
Go through the motions
while drowning
in an unseen pool.
Hands shake
to constant thoughts—
just breathe
in a last stand
for sanity.

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