Tag: empath

Empath

A wise empath I know,
carries distinctive eyes,
her reflective mirrors,
expose secrets that hide.

Feels every deep sorrow,
lessens aches and pains,
shares tears others swallow,
then connects to their chains.

Sees lies slide unnoticed,
so no one feels ashamed.
Unwanted emotions,
penetrate just the same.

Offers an open hand
at the risk of her fall.
Absorbs fears and sadness,
to then dissolve them all.

A true angel on earth,
still, will not spare her wrath.
Stands perfectly balanced,
to create balanced paths.

Great mystical presence,
aura fills up the air.
Pure lit divine essence,
always driven to care.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published July 22, 2021

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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

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Empath

A wise empath I know,
carries distinctive eyes.
Her reflective mirrors,
expose secrets that hide.

Feeling every sorrow,
she lessens aches and pains.
Shares tears others swallow,
connecting to their chains.

Lets lies slide unnoticed,
so no one feels ashamed.
Unwanted emotions,
penetrate just the same.

Offers an open hand
at the risk of her fall.
Absorbing great sadness,
then dissolving them all.

Walking angel on earth,
still, will not spare her wrath.
Stands perfectly balanced,
while creating fair paths.

A mystical presence,
aura fills up the air.
Pure lit divine essence,
always driven to care.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy



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Care

Most parents want to give their all,
wipe every tear,
catch every fall.

Give their child what they never had,
satisfied smiles,
makes them feel glad.

But these actions may not be good,
with wants and needs,
misunderstood.

Try teaching lessons they can learn,
giving rewards,
for what they earn.

Easy access may devalue,
transforms humans,
into statues.

Erasing once felt sympathy,
blinding their heart
from empathy.

I share these words from my insight,
all are unique,
do what feels right.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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Empathy

A piece of me,
I share with you.
You come to me,
when I feel blue.

I sympathize,
with what you feel.
You feel for me,
so no big deal.

Your problems bring
me such unrest.
Unrest now lifted
off my chest.

Clear off my mind,
from your affect.
Affects now gone,
cure my heart next.

I cure your heart,
easing your mind.
Your mind so pure,
a heart so kind.

You look away,
leave tearful eyes.
Eyes meet my glance,
then say good bye.

Compose myself
not looking back.
Your empathy,
keeps me on track.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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