Being An Empath

Someday I will write a book,

you will see,

Doubt me,

apart of myself that only belongs to I,

A Sacred temple,

you do not need to understand,

Nor will I try to make you.

I am awoken to a deeper meaning,

I am sensitive to the energy that you bring me,

Delicate like a flower,

Thorns surrounding me speak louder,

I am done pouring my soul

Into black holes,

Empty vessels,

Shadows projected onto me,

Absorbing my precious energy,

Hexes that sent me to insanity,

Time after time,

Until the day I reach my clarity.