It's exhausting being an empath ,in a world full of pain ..and hate. You feel so helplessly drowning ,in a deeply intertwined fate.  So blessed in the differences you can make, the knowing that they are for real...but cursed in the  knowing you cant help them all, nor can you help how you feel.

Sometimes when life gets to be just too much, and I long for a safe place to hide. I curl up in the arms of Jeses and He holds me close by his side. I may not understand the hows, the whens, nor all the whys...but I know that whatever happens, Im loved ..and the love of the Lord never dies.

This woman, she did all that she could..she never went far, she bloomed where she stood.  There was rain, but seldom was there any light. So she lived as a flower that bloomed in the night.

Her dress is red,her eyes are too..silver tears surrounded by black and blue. greens and yellows ,fading down her back. Her mind is dark, her hearts gone black. Scars of white across her wrists, arms a pink /purple blend..all the colors and yet theres no gold ,at this painbows end.

As the mad hatter once asked, so shall I ask you, "Are we mad?", and I say "Oh yes, yes it's true!" Crazy word magicians from near and from far..poets..and only the BEST people are!

Loving one another is not an easy way to go, sometimes its hard to love because loving hurts us so. But He takes all the pain of suffering and all the tears we've cried, and creates a masterpiece for us to carry deep inside. God makes the shattered pieces of our broken hearts into, the stained glass windows in our soul that lets His light shine through.

I once felt so out of place in this world, like my soul was too old to belong here...Then one day God gently carried me to a clearing in the woods and dropped me, saying. "Here are your people."

Be still, in a languid pause, to labor a quiet sigh. To gather peace of heart, as chaos passes by.  Be calm, in tranquil wait, allow faith a turn to guide. For in just a moment shall we be, safe on the other side.

This burden is too great, I find betrayal such a heavy load. Tis not enough to say that I can pray it away, when the devil lives just down the road.

I need to be washing the windows, there are dishes in the kitchen piled high. I should be doing some laundry, sorting the ***** and folding the dry.  But instead I am writing poetry, then I think "Oh ****", I need to clean out my closet and realize that I already am.

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the most messed up of all? Each time I look I hope I find, another face instead of mine. Don't you know some magic spell? From your world of fairy tales? To change this wicked witch into, the Cinderella he once knew. Mirror Mirror can't you see? That woman there just can't be me. But no matter how hard that I cry, Mystic mirrors never lie. Broken glass on the floor, so many years what's seven more? If all I deserve is what I get, well then I ain't seen nothing yet. Mirror Mirror can't you see? That woman there just can't be me...but no matter how hard that I cry, Mystic mirrors Never Lie.

Living in color or surviving in black and white, is walking in darkness or dancing in light.

He drove me home late that night, the only time we had a fight. I threw his ring in disgrace as teardrops fell from down his face. As I tore his name off the jacket I wore, I got out of the car and slammed the door. Before I could say that I was wrong, I turned around but waited too long. He drove off and out of sight. I wish that I had apologized and said he was right. But I swallowed my pride ran up to my room looked out the window and stared at the Moon. I would apologize to him in a while as I picked up the phone and his number I dialed . It rang and rang in my head so I put down the phone and sat on my bed. He's probably not home yet I said to myself as I stared at his picture on the Shelf, he is such a handsome thing... but then the phone started to ring, I picked it up expecting it to be him, but the voice on the line sad and grim. Are you Robbie's girlfriend they quietly said, when I replied yes they told me he was dead. his car had ran off the road and crashed you couldn't see anything but broken glass. In his hand was the card I had made as they looked on the ground when his body was laid. Something was running in my eyes for I never said sorry the night he died. And oh... How I loved him so... But now he will never know.

Some are rowing, some drifting, we are all in the same boat. Few are sailing, many still.  Others are barely afloat. The seas are uncertain, the waves seem immense. This worldwide storm has grown so intense. All of us worried, all of us thinking, how do we keep our own boats from sinking? Stay calm, and be hopeful, dont panic. Its a tragedy yes, but not the Titanic! We can weather this storm , and yes,we can break its tightening grip..if we band together by staying apart becoming the mightiest ship.

Wisdom is only aquired through the mistakes we make in thinking we know it all.

I open the curtain and look out through the glass at a new world, a still world ,eerily silent. Something wicked this way comes, to mind. Inside,my worried breathe fogs the glass. Outside, is the unknown I wont invite in. Be calm, i tell my heart as I let the curtain fall down..on me.

He was sitting on the sidewalk, with one hand holding a sign. The other hand gripping a bottle of wine. The sign said, "need help please ,God bless" his clothes were so *****, his hair was a mess. People walk by, but how many see that the man could be you,  that man could be me? If our lives had taken a wrong turn somewhere. Life can sometimes be so..so unfair...if you see him , or her on your way. Stop and give them something , change tommorow today. Maybe, just maybe, they are angels  in disguise, choose well the condition in which your heart lies.

I've heard all this before, I've seen your face looking just that way. Next your going to tell me something, I already know what you are going to say. I can feel in my heart what's coming , I'm already starting too cry. I've stood in this same place already, right here..on the edge of goodbye.