This World around me.
Flashing colours like brazen fireworks…
Cracks of Aids-Red and Cancer-Pink…
Bangs of Motorcycle-Orange and Yellow Battlefield-gratitude.
Thuds of Walled-in Depression-Green.
Whistles of Bullied-Blues and Royal Blue-Abuse.
Explosive Rape-Teal.
and Purple-Strikes of Animal Abuse 'n debilitating Crohn’s.
The list goes on. And on!
Pigments, oxides imbedded,
leaving their marks.
Forever.
Here I am...
Cocooned in my Intuitive-Self-Aware-Black Blanket.
Absorbing! Understanding! Connecting! Mirroring!
The Physics of Pain.
I am a walking Lie-detector.
It is impossible not to respond
to the Chromatic Scale.
Processing YOUR cues, seeing YOUR pain!
Come…Reflect…be calmed.
I AM an Empath.
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