The Empath's Porous.
An empath's lot is not a simple one.
Gathering others' feelings takes its toll.
Binding their wounds, my own become undone.
But this is my calling. I know my role.
I am the angel in shadows dark,
The familiar who carries their magic.
For the blown out candle I am the spark.
My story is triumphant, not tragic.
© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻
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