Keeping it Classy with MWP

To Love an Empath
is no easy feat.

She seems to feel too deeply
She seems to be too delicate
You will feel a call to protect her
To shield her
To fix her

But friend, she is not broken.

To love an Empath
You must love
All of her.

The tears she sheds
You’ll want to wipe them away,
but she’ll promise you they are her war paint

The scars she bears
You’ll want to heal them
but she’ll tell you they are tattooed reminders
of her resilience

The hands she extends
You’ll want to lighten their load
but she’ll insist
the weight is only making her stronger

The rapid beat of her heart
You’ll want to steady it, quiet it
but she’ll begin to dance away
drumming her feet to the sound of her battle song.

And even the pain, the sadness, the fear,
You’d do anything to quell,
She’ll whisper to you
that she’d rather feel this…
than be numb to the world's suffering.

To love an Empath
You must acknowledge her feelings
Offer her space to mourn, to rage, to hope, to love

You must believe in her calling
even when you don’t hear it

Her passion is not a choice
It is her nature… her Wild.

Yes, to love an Empath is not easy
But the love she’ll offer in return
is one like no other.

To love an Empath
You must love
all of her ♥️

©️Mehr Lee
Raise Her Wild
 
*sigh*

The image of a naked, beautiful woman clad in soapy bubbles and covered by water.

After a decade, you really really start to miss that lovely image.

Thank you for the view. It is a bittersweet thing but a beautiful image indeed.

If it were less beautiful it might not hurt so much.
🫂
Thank you for sharing that. I can understand how an image can carry both beauty and longing, especially when it touches on memory. I’m glad it resonated with you, even if it comes with mixed feelings.
 
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