Empathetically Yours

By Astitva Tripathi

I am the sponge you seek,

So pour your hurt on me -

I take it naturally;

Just drop that wound on me.

I seek the ones to heal -

Desperate just to feel,

So pass your pain to me;

I am an empath yet to heal.

If you feel bad inside,

From me it cannot hide -

Reflect that wounded pride;

Your hurt now mine inside.

You are jealous of my shine?

Pour that jealousy like wine -

I'll soak it up, I'm fine;

I've forgotten what is mine.

I'll mirror all you send -

I am your needy friend.

My loyalty never bends;

I'm tested till the end.

So pour it into me -

Your pain that beckons me.

I'll throw away my dream -

I feel everything you mean.

But my sponge is now so wet,

And the feelings feel quite set...

I've become your sad lost friend;

I became you in the end.

By Astitva Tripathi