Is it blessed I be, seeing into hearts of others.
Their pain permeates me, as though it was I.
Injured souls, broken bodies, broken spirits,
Residing here, in visions of sorrow repeated.
Damned be compassion, sympathy double dosed,
Causing Pandemonium in every part of myself.
Creating questions, why’s and how’s not meant to know.
Ever still, tears saturate in memory of strangers.
Shameful am I, unable to care for all in need.
Guilty, my shoes are not thin, touching God’s earth.
My clean clothes wear no holes, to allow me cold,
Nor do hunger pangs, awaken me in dark nights.
Is it blessed I be, seeing into hearts of others,
Past sallow eyes, defeat beneath a broken smile.
Bequeathing memories of sadness ne’er forgotten,
Penetrating my core being, to stay forever more.
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it is what we do in the meantime and in between time
thanks for the share
"If I have to...Then I may as well be."
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
though, I know as I have the sight also.
But I've been blessed all my life I feel!
Thanks for sharing this.
Wonderful writing as always.
John
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