Two Roads of an Empath

The first feeling of emotions,
Erupted like the roar of lions,
Either from your own or others,
Absorbed like an unwanted sponge in tethers.

At the crossroads, there were two paths,
A decision to make for the Empath,
To go down the destructive mines,
Or to wind back the birth line.

If you chose the destructive path,
Insensitive and illogical minds incurred your wrath,
You asked, “Why do I need to put up with others’ shit?”
“Why do they throw their feelings into my peaceful pit?”
You would eventually lose your powers,
But you would have peace in your lonesome tower.

Otherwise, if you continued with your natural feelings,
It might keep you reeling,
You might never feel numb,
In fact, you would continue feeling dumb,
But you remained in the humane path of future and past,
The question was, could you last?

There was never any black or white,
It was either fight or flight,
If you thought the choice was obvious,
Congratulations on discovering your cockiness.

The choice had always been grey,
So, which way?




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