A Gift Or a Curse

I was born with a gift or a curse I feel pain that is not my own Into another's soul, my emotions immerse I endure the pain of a stick, though, I am a stone I see, I think, I feel, I write Stories that aren't mine to tell Others experience, but can't explain it right The one thing that I do well How is it that I can construct a sentence For another, to describe their pain I begin to speak and easily finish While they helplessly try to explain There aren't many talents that I possess But I can see a situation for what it's worth Hopefully there are some that I will bless Before I flee this earth Counseling others is my gift to man kind Painting art with words, my talent I aid in enlightening the stubbornly blind Causing others to willingly repent