Empath

Apr 9, 2023

1 min read

By Sharon Elizebeth George

Healer of wound of flesh and mind

I was greeted day and night,

Troubled I got to heal myself

For much I grew an empath’s shell,

Bled my body into a cage

Took some dose of chilly and sage,

Sold my body to greater a healer

But my soul to many endurers!

By Sharon Elizebeth George

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