Compassion

I empathize with empaths,
that are often left alone.
Alone with every feeling,
retrieved from compassion shown.

I sympathize with empaths,
who offer their beating hearts.
Hearts that become fragile,
as tears cascade and depart.

I specify that empaths,
can not help but give their all.
All their love and so much more,
cushioning a strangers fall.

I clarify that empaths,
did not ask to bear such gifts.
Gifts of sensitivity,
forcing sad emotion shifts.

I emphasize that empaths,
carry inner love and light.
Light expends silent kindness,
while remaining ever bright.

I recognize that empaths,
may not know how much they give.
Give without a care or want,
is the life most choose to live.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy