Push and Pull

Empathy is not a gentle thing-

It breaks you just a bit each time.

To feel another’s hidden sting

Is pain, both foreign and elevating

It asks you not to turn away,

To bear the storms that aren't your own,

To sit where silence has its say

And listen like their hurt is known.

It costs you time, it costs you peace,

It burns through shields you thought were strong.

The ache will rarely find release,

The path is hard, the nights are long.

But oh- what beauty lives inside

A heart that dares to understand.

A stranger’s grief, no longer wide,

Becomes a bond, a reaching hand.

Empathy is not just tears- 

It’s presence in the face of fear.

It’s showing up, despite your years

Of wishing not to draw too near.

To carry pain you didn’t earn

Is heavy- but it lights the way.

And in the dark, we start to learn

What words alone could never say.

So let it hurt. Let it be real.

Let sorrow shape the love you give.

For though it asks so much to feel,

It teaches us what it means to live.

Reviews

[JessyJacob]

Hi,
I would like to feel after reading your lines, yes the storm who wants to hold in hand that floods roads buildings, I would like to say where it needs to bein
offshore I know what happens if it's
shore the rain .
I do need rain but not floods that flushes my home..so I be careful and I say in real gone but I never seen human eating animal brain ..para para she eating...
I say parayun. Evida endha.. illai..my cute words...

Little tomy is playing in rain that just wets land and fields that never damage my fields ..

Jessy Jacob ❤️