The world has made me sweet and caring.
My heart is soft and gentle.
I have seen everything there is to see.
I learned compassion and empathy.
I cry when I see others shed tears.
I feel their pain.
I feel their heartache.
I open my arms to those in need of comfort.
I feel warm and secure as they ease their pain.
I scream in horror at violence.
My ears pound at abusive words.
I have seen much.
I watch the news,
and hear the sorrow,
I hurt inside.
Feeling the pain of the childless mother.
Soaking up tears of a raped daughter.
When I dream, I dream real life.
What I see is real life strife.
My eyes have never been censored.
I have seen much,
my ears have never been covered.
I hear all.
my fingers have never been strained.
I touch all.
My feeling have never been lessoned,
I feel every thing.
AS though everyones pain was my own.
As though every ones tears I shed.
I feel peace,
Self actualized,
and even happy.
I relate,
I help,
I sooth sorrow with my experience and with my eyes.
My understanding is broad.
I have never been sheltered.
My eyes have never been covered.
I never hide my eyes.