Blessing Or Curse
The sun casts shadows marking time as it passes by.
Weeks, months, years gone in a blink of an eye.
For some a life long struggle takes it toll on the mind.
At times this world is too cruel for the warm hearted and kind.
As a medium I talk to the ones who have past from this land.
And as an empath I have felt every emotion known to man.
As an intuitive I see glimpses of what is yet to come.
And at time tears flow like streams from my eyes for the Virgin Mary cries for some.
You may not understand what it's like to SEE.
For this is the path laid out solely for me.
Feel free to look at me like I have issues. TRUTH is we all do.
But as you point your finger and laugh remember the three that point back at you...
Copyright © Christina Hons | Year Posted 2015
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