This was inspired by a poem written by Verbnflow. Can find this beautiful piece here: http://verbnflow.wordpress.com/2014/04/24/trust-fall/
Exactly what the broken need,
To connect shattered pieces, if only temporarily.
Compassion is the glue, and love is the lacquer.
That remains with the hurting soul, ever after.
The warmth of a touch, can melt away the pain,
Cover sins and abolish stains.
Many a tear is saved from crying,
From a soul trying to keep from dying.
Self Portrait Prompt: The first thing that comes to my mind when describing myself is I’m compassionate – empathy to a torturous degree without God’s help! I feel like a bit of a one trick pony of late- recovery/addiction are obviously huge parts of my life – but it’s been a little on the overkill level in my recent posts it seems- maybe not- either way- this poem won’t disappoint in the recovery theme! Thanks for hangin in here with me on my journey. Much love to you all.
My heart beats with compassion for the hurting,
The souls lost in a world flooded with pain.
The tortured and the struggling,
For the angry, alone and afraid.
I feel deeply to a core that’s been whittled away,
By time, and through experiences’ stains.
The aches of many, their sufferings,
The feelings run like broken glass through my veins.
To feel is to be alive.
But to feel, at one time for me was to die…
I once considered empathy an encumbrance,
So much weight, I couldn’t shoulder it.
I see now, trying to carry it alone was foolishness,
God gave me this heart; He’s shown me it’s a gift.
I’m growing and evolving each moment,
I’m no longer running from a false opponent.
In recovery, I’m learning to be content,
God sustains this heart as it laments.
I know empathy
As physical pain within
My heart bleeds for yours
I see your heart bleed
I can’t make it quit
Not able to reach you
Lacking power, I sit
You are hurting
I watch your anguish grow
Tears I cry in abundance, for you
But you will never know…
Never know this stranger cares
From so far away
Never know my prayers for you
Or how my heart aches
Such agony in your eyes
I am witness to your desperation
The strength it must take
Your immense determination
You are a survivor
Tragedy didn’t tear you completely down
I marvel that you are standing
Shaken, but both feet on the ground
If I could offer comfort
Even for one moment
If I could halt the bleeding
With loves tourniquet
If I could lift your burden
Help you carry the weight
If I could help lead you to healing
And chase your pain away
I would offer to you what I have to give
Guided by God’s power and love
Yet I am here… so far away
Wishing my tears were enough…
October 1, 2013
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