Poem | She is…

She is…
a sorrowful tale of neglect
a narrative hushed by apathetic stares.
Chiselled by her so-called lover
she lay on a bed of deception
and conniving
blurred to her spectators
and their blasé attitude.

Reflection | Turmoil to Rest

As an empath, we feel other people’s emotions as our own and carry the pain that is not ours. I know of some who are always ‘there for others’ but of ‘others not being there for them.’ The fatigue comes from giving out too much and not receiving any in return.