I refuse to try
and feel your pain,
such an intimacy, gifted,
which each person must
tend to alone, to be lifted
from it's agony, sifted.
I can lend empathy,
bear the weight of the burden,
be the star you reach for,
for I cannot shun, as a child
birthed into sorrow
who never walks,
can never run.
Free as the wind blows,
does also the love that grows,
and being the light,
cannot come to be
without the darkness...
do you see?
Do not be fooled by those
who speak of emotions
they seek, for themselves
is who they cry for,
and it is their own ego
they will die for.
Try and imagine
connectedness and love,
are true in fashion...
...when respect
can come between what
loved ones feel,
and what is seen.
The beauty of life is not to
touch the sun, and run
from the pyre,
for underneath the tainted
flesh we become the sun,
and it's living fire.
Good poem, but pain is a
Good poem, but pain is a necessary process that brings appreciation something we forget to do more often these days. Some pain is shared. But I like thinking about it as intimate as much of it can be if sits psycho emotional... Interesting ideas thanks for sharing! Cheers s s
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
You're so welcome, and glad
You're so welcome, and glad to see you were able to get something from it. <3 The reason it says 'I refuse to try' in the first line is because it is impossible to feel another's pain. We can think we feel similar to how they feel, and be empathetic, but we cannot feel what is theirs to feel. Only they can. I see how it could be misconstrued. People nowadays think empathy is something other than what it truly is. Thanks for reading <3
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "