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
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