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Strength Of Sorrow
From one to ten, my strength of sorrow's high.
Incidental- for loving kin or friend,
my empath is a weakness, and I ply
aura of weeping willow- in the end,
lamenting veneration- my godsend.
Idyllic is my heart- I'll surely cry
supine upon my bed with each goodbye.
July 8, 2019
Contest: 17 Is The Lucky Number
Sponsor: Lu Loo
Rules: 7 Lines, 10 Syllables Each
Required words in order of appearance:
ten, incidental, empath, weakness, aura,
weeping willow lamenting, veneration,
idyllic, supine
She didn’t deserve it
Yet death never ceases.
She was the brightest girl in the room
Despite injuries blocking her passion.
She conjured smiles and laughter and eye rolls
With everything she did.
Then she experienced her first loss
And the candle flickered if only for a moment.
Then she was back to herself
For even death could not stop her.
Until it tried again.
And after it failed another time,
It came again.
All in less than a year.
I sat and watched in silence
Watched her being comforted after sharing the news of yet another funeral
And wondered
How she does it
How she still gets up in the morning
Puts on a smile
And keeps on living
Not just surviving.
Because I was her just a few short years ago.
But instead of staying strong like she does
I crumpled
And gave in to the weight of the loss.
Yet this girl still has that innocent look on her face
And the spark in her eyes.
So either she’s so good at faking
She’s convinced the most experienced empath,
Or we could all take a page out of her book
And take what life throws at us with her grace.
She walked into the convenience store looking for a snack.
It was a pretty day, nothing ominous about it.
There was no clerk, but she figured they would be right back.
She heard a terrifying scream. The hair on her neck stood up.
Something was diabolically wrong; she could feel it, being an empath.
There was muffled thumping in the back room behind the window door.
Should she duck down out of sight or run like hell? She felt like a trapped hare.
The back doors burst open. A guy with a gun was two feet from her.
Let’s go he said. She was horrified. He meant go with him?
She knew if she got into the car she would never be seen alive again.
She was paralyzed with fear. Her feet did not move.
Walk or die, he said. She chose to die.
An empath is someone who can feel anothers energy and emotions,
and I have no doubt that there are some,
but most are con artists or superhero wannabees screaming for attention,
and others are simply people who have a very strong sense of intuition.
The remaining small percentage do possess this ability,
to feel the emotions of others and their energy,
but they aren't empaths with some psychic ability.
All other animals are empaths with empathic abilities,
It's hard wired in their brain, it's a survival neccessity.
Ancient early humans once too shared this ability,
but when we evolved our high intellect it was no longer of any need.
We could see with our eyes and judge everybody,
We could hear with our ears and know if others were angry.
There are no human empaths, not really,
only they with evolutionary excess baggage that hasn't vanished completely.
This Lightworker Path
By Michelle Morris
26/03/2025
There is this Spark of Divinity
It is deep within my Soul
Nothing can dim my Light
I am Beautiful and I am Bold
An Old Soul that came back
To help Humanity Heal and Grow
To Fight against the Darkness
And reveal Truth for all to Know
It's definitely not easy
This Lightworker Path we take
Being an Empath and Earth Angel
Makes Life challenging every day
For we are blessed and cursed
To Know without the Proof
It takes Courage for you to Believe
In accepting our Heavenly View
We're often labelled and disparaged
Crazy, imaginative and misunderstood
Our Magic and Miracles are seen as coincidence
We're ostracized and treated with aloofness
For as anyone will tell you
People shun what they cannot understand
They close their senses to the Truth
Like witches burned and assumed as damned
But no one feared the burners
No one questioned those who committed murder
No one asked about the possibility
Even now, we'll believe nonsense rather than think further
Regardless of these challenges
Regardless of the Darkness
My Spark and that of my fellow Angels
Will Glow forth with our Light Army
No Evil will ever truly flourish
No Dark Abyss allowed to stay
For the Light shall conquer and last Forever
Beyond God's Judgement Day
© Michelle Morris, 2025
Genie, my dog:
She was mixed part Pomeranian part Shih Tzu
a female genius with excellent sight
wise beyond her years she always knew how to
appease me, when I was not feeling right
Used to get so many migraines they were chronic
so always had a bean bag in the freezer
one day I lay across my carpet feeling catatonic
to my Genie well this was not, a brain teaser
She watched me for a while then knew what to do
I had the beanbag sitting across my forehead
she flipped on her backside & scooted beneath it too
side by side we lay together playing dead
She was an empath like mom, always had a clue
as to what to do, she was amazing
at the ripe age of fifteen I knew what to do
I said my goodbyes then sent her in the forest of the Godlings.
Inside is his MIND that's riddled full with mental illness,
Hides intellectually supreme being filled with logic, intelligence and great genius.
His sorrow is that a man, one full of mankind's afflictions, anguishes, and tears.
The subconscience keeps the burden of all the lives lived throughout many hundredstudents of thousands of years.
At his core is a centered compassion, a wisdom, a perception, and the ability of an EMPATH.
He feels the emotions of others, understanding the fullness of grace in each little wrath.
The feelings are clarified in words delivered through the LYRIC and POEMS of his blood pen.
A troubadour is within him, as is all the souls of lives he lived over and again.
Building his temple, with the tools of honesty, forgiveness, and patience that is grand.
A foundation built through pain that's strengthened with in him for his towers that will forever stand.
A conscience that gives mankind a gift of their happiness before his own.
Debilitated mind illness overpowers his decisions by emotions alone.
Contradicting bliss with meaningless aspirations with mindlessness and reasons with uselessness.
His is the pain self indulged by the mayhem that blinds then binds worthlessness.
And still his minds genius allows him to know then learn all that he touches with an ease to maintain.
For he is about the thing you fail within the contradiction of salvation.
17 is the Lucky Number, I believe so.
Odd 17 shrugs at me, saying, “Please make me do."
The Holy Book, there as I found before.
17 times, He mentioned love, quite a metaphor!
Weeping Willow missed empath in reason
"Mercy, no Weakness!", warns blooming season!
Voices echoed in a Friday sermon
"Mercy!" They advised 17, " No, premonition."
17! Two times a high-five! And I got a Ten!
An incidental talk, an aura , then!
17 is a Lucky Number. Fact. Idyllic.
Not insane and neither alcoholic.
Mislead or Dead ones, 17 times in Holy Book
And know this! Playing wildest guess it took!
17th president! While lamenting for Lincoln!
Lincoln, never dead! So strong a vision!
I was supine, Lord! In veneration!
7-24-2019
17 is the Lucky Number - Rhyme Poetry Contest
Theme: Faithful Fear
Sponsored by: Lu Loo
Set out on hope to build idyllic life
in an impaired world swept by storm of strife,
wandered with heart’s bowl with dregs of empath,
sense of veneration lost on rough path.
Mind became fragile in grip of weakness,
broke supine dreams, stowed in wasteland recess.
Lamenting harsh time making life fallow,
enmeshed in calm clasp of weeping willow.
Ten long years I weathered the wild winter
till I had incidental encounter
with you, aura of sun glowed, I could see,
within your warm heart would you shelter me.
July 18, 2019
Syllable count : 10 each line
(checked on howmanysyllables.com)
Contest : 17 is the Lucky Number
Sponsor : Lu Loo
Theme chosen : Shelter Me
Gracious evermore
Elegantly the one I adore
Never-ending love and good works
Tranquility and happiness has its precious perks
Lovely to be unlamentable
You don’t judge me and call me unstable — I’m unbreakable
Yesterday is gone and a sunset all along; tomorrow is coming before the break of dawn
Empath vibes completely
And endure the endearingless anxiousness inside me
Rage is a river and remnants leave me
Numb from head to knee
I see the sunshine behind the moon tonight
No one notices me as I make progress in the process of wondrous serenity’s shimmering sensations
Go, just go and don’t just stay there with mighty fake delight
- drenched in devastations and never, ever detest the frustrations of passionate havens
Sweet sorrow sheds upon me
Under the bridge, we are hopefully
Rowing the boat of benevolence
Ricocheting in the fields of deliverance
Epiphanies flood my soul’s song
Note this — I love to sincerely belong
Dreaming of you oh so true
Etched in the ocean breeze
Roses and thorns of eerie rue
I merely went across the shore
No, not once did I look back
Glow and grow and blow away the grief; receiving relief and getting back on track