Category: Self Discovery Poems

Empathy

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I feel deeply
I feel others pain
As if it were my own
It puts me in a position to
Empathize with people
In a world that’s so insensitive
I take on their feelings
They become part of me
Almost as if hoping that would take some of their pain away
But the cost on my own mental health
Is draining
How do you recharge when
Caring so deeply for others
Sucks the very breath
From your lungs
The beats from your heart
The life from your soul
How do you find balance
Empathy is my gift
And my curse

– C.A. Sullivan

Writer’s Block

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These blank pages intimidate me.
Why can’t I write on them?
I touch the pages
Turn on some music
Light a candle
In hopes it will inspire me
To write something profound
But the empty page
Only stares back at me
I go weeks without writing
And when I finally can put words to the page
There aren’t many of them
My dream is to write a book
But at this rate
It will be merely be a collection
Of random thoughts
Captured throughout my life
Mostly in times of pain or struggle
Because those are the times
My feelings are strongest
Maybe it’s not that I’m no good at writing,
It’s that I don’t put enough time into making it something more.

– C.A. Sullivan

Judgement

Book with Flowers
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Sometimes we tell our truth only to get laughed at.
Sometimes we wear our heart on our sleeve 
only to have it ripped off.
Sometimes we bare our secrets 
wanting them to set us free only to be destroyed by them.
Sometimes we are vulnerable only to be made a fool.
Sometimes.
The rest of the time we are the ones doing the laughing.
Ripping the hearts.
Destroying the honesty.
Making others to feel a fool.
The rest of the time we are the enemy.
Judging, mocking, belittling.
Look in the mirror.
Set yourself free.

C.A. Sullivan

Monsters

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I live with a monster,
that prays on my weakness,
it destroys my self-worth,
and leaves me with meekness.
I live with a monster,
that knows my mistakes,
it uses them like daggers,
and leaves me with heartache.
I live with a monster,
that carves away what’s left,
of any piece of worth,
that I mustered up and kept.
I live with a monster,
that poisons my mind,
it took the best parts of me,
and left the worst behind.
I live with a monster,
this can't you see,
I live with a monster,
this monster is me.

C.A. Sullivan