Empath - Blog Posts
She’s the calm, the storm, & the equilibrium.
I’ve always found myself in storms, but I tended to resonate in a melancholic manner. Rain, thunder, lightning— they were expressions of my deep emotional nature. However, like most inherent feminine qualities, being “too emotional” felt like a burden to me; like a flaw. In reality, this is just another fallacy women are made to believe. When our emotional nature is understood and cultivated, it is undoubtedly a superpower.
A poem to a past version of myself -
I’ve always loved the thunder and rain; much more than the civilized sun.
Maybe because I had a gift for seeing the beauty in where others saw somber.
Perhaps this is why I find the best traits in a person filled with flaws.
The potential spark of light in a body of darkness.
Sure, the sun is loved and known for it’s bright beams;
But lightning cracking in overcast has the same quality.
Does she not deserve to be admired?
When that violet voltage strikes, scurry quickly for you might miss the swift illumination amongst the shadowy sky.
Look! There is some semblance of light!
I try to convince…
If I could reach out and touch that beautiful disaster I would.
Perhaps this is why I’ve repeatedly let charming hazards in to fill me violently.
. . .
I’ve always seen myself in the rain.
In the thunder.
In the lightning.
When I see another filled with rain, filled with thunder— I can’t help but want to create a storm.
Yet what the naïve girl in me failed to see;
I wanted to use the rain to feed the flowers,
You wanted to cause a flood.
Nevermind that he ignored 8 zillion glaring red flags but eye f*king a man as he massages a heart causes some grand epiphany.
