The Rabbit’s Hole

Empathy

Anna Rozwadowska
Aug 26 · 3 min read
~Jane Beata~Magdela Korz
Aron Wisenfeld

Imbued fluctuations of the heart; ripe for the slumber of choice,
bending the steel of compassion~
radiant flowing rivers of intimacy
fill the premature void you have constructed, in the encumbered mind.

Who comforts the empath?

When our heart bleeds for the actuality of others,
remembering once, not long ago, who excavated your world,
with the art of humanity.


Connection is rare amongst soulful intellect,
bringing pain, unphased, revelling in selfless acts,
opening the gates of new beginning and endings~duality is fierce.

Now is the only Master~ it’s where we reside,
now is the only moment~ without empathy the human crumbles,
extended stay without caring, no truth can be spoken.

Conclusions reached before sunset’s radiant end;
remembering what was,
intruding a mind full of occupation~to feel the life of another,
that is empathic~
angular obsession with another brings forth
the pain~joy spectrum of the living.

Simple acts of comfort,
a listening ear~ salvation for the loneliness,
hurt where violence is intended to satisfy.


Empathy is vital.
Empathy is work; curing the let down of the non-appreciative,
feeling one’s burdens shouldn’t be rare, it’s a piece of humanity,
it’s the essence we share.

Our energies, drained and weak,
the faces of the selfish
the faces of being careless are turbulent,
assistance with the code of life.


Fallen into the rabbit’s hole, survival skills emerge,
empathy is choice, sympathy is choice, choice is choice,
there is nothing but choice; even in the underground,
past all visible mediums; where faces of greed run thin,
we run around offering the embrace,
often running, we are often running.

Attempts to pick up the pieces,
Some fill themselves with attention, it is their badge,
empathy travels among generations, kindness is rare.


The empath feels too much, knows too much, brings too much
to the sacred table of the lost~all along, begging to help,
let me help, let me in!


Sipping on beggar’s juice, one finds themselves in the company of misery,
I feel you, they feel you; once felt in the inner core, bonds are rarely broken.

Awaken to saturation; your fluid leaks in compassion,
empathy can destroy too.
The awakened are skilled in this endurance, yet, one must learn to let go,
when it’s time to let go.



Thank you to Jenny Justice for working with me~ spilling two distinct voices about a subject we both care about. Here you can find her poem on “Empathy” :

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Anna Rozwadowska

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Top Writer in Poetry, editor of Literally Literary. I am a writer, photographer, psychic, medium, and spiritual guide.I have an M.A. in Environmental Sociology.

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