Beacons

I stand before the ocean a lone beacon enduring the crash of relentless waves absorbing their hidden secrets Weighted whispered woes and carried calls for compassion wear on fragile shoulders gritting truth behind a smile where withering resilience hides Navigating the intentions of those with insatiable thirst narcissists crave to drain the vulnerable empath standing alone in constant company Lightly treading depths lost in a running river I can walk away but stay submerged as boundaries dissolve An empath has no option dwelling in cores beneath spongy skin innately woven in veins flowing with the essence of others outweighing mere empathy Yet, beyond colliding tides a distant, soothing glow from a familiar lighthouse emits an ease of missing peace A suffering human aches to be known by those who know