Poem: The Empath’s Burden

Beneath the weight of others’ tears,
A heart that feels what none can hear.
The joy of souls, the pain, the plight,
A constant ebb, a restless night.

In crowded rooms, they stand alone,
A silent force, a heart unknown.
Their spirit holds the weight of grief,
While others seek their own relief.

A whispered sorrow, a heavy glance,
The empath feels, caught in the trance.
Every joy and every ache
Becomes a piece they cannot shake.

They carry burdens, uninvited,
In every tear, they’re reunited.
A world of feelings, tangled, vast—
They hold it all, yet cannot rest.

To heal, they give, to love, they bare,
Yet often left with none to share.
For in the quiet, there’s no sound,
But the echo of what they’ve found.

A tender soul, a gift, a curse,
To bear the weight of the universe.
With every step, they learn the art,
Of giving all, yet guarding heart.

For the empath knows, without a word,
That love is felt in what is heard.
And though their burden’s hard to bear,
They carry on—forever there.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie