Empathy

I see you

I know you

I know your pain

I feel your pain

 

I hold you close

To my soul

And sit with you

Quietly 

 

The river runs dry

And water heals all wounds

So we climb to new heights

And search for rushing steams

 

It’s far from easy

I, of all people know

But your bravery would put the world to shame

 

We whisper into the dark

Each word is a drop

That bleeds pure

 

We sit together

For an eternity and a day

And feel things we haven’t felt

In centuries

 

And we fill the void

With honesty

 

So, I say to you

It’ll be alright

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Boxes

I’ve been thinking about it

And even though I’m not really square

I fit into a box

All of me, does.

 

Packaged neatly

With attractive labels

And artwork

Different and obscure

 

All boxes are the same

Suffocating

Tiny

But, oh so convenient 
 

And every day 

I seek a new, shiny label

An ironic stamp

To decorate my box
 

Cause my box

Is mine

And that’s me

And nobody else’s
 

You think they all look the same?
Look again

See, mine’s got all these cool stickers

That the other boxes haven’t found, yet…

 

I am what I am

And nobody else can be me

Well, unless they get all the cool stuff

That I have on my box

 

No need to worry, though

I’m leaving my box today 

Not cause I don’t want to fit in like everyone else

It’s cause I don’t know why I was in one

 

In the first place