Dealing with humanity,
requires a bit of empathy.
Empaths have the problem of dealing,
with not just their own but others feelings.
Why am I angry? Why am I sad?
If someone would help me I'd be glad.
As a child they think you're acting out.
By the time you learn its a gift, its not.
I feel lucky to have found Martial Arts.
The discipline to control my heart.
To shut off my emtions gave clarity.
But with it came emotional apathy.
Now 30 years have gone by,
and I can't see eye to eye.
I have a gift.
It hurts to use it.
I can feel what others feel.
It gives me the ability to heal.
I can lay my hands on someone,
feel the pain thats locked in.
My hands can connect physically,
better than I can emotionally.
I draw the pain from the muscle.
As I do my hands become crippled.
they cramp and spasm. I lose my grip.
My vision blurs and I have to sit.
My pain. Not theirs. mine. greedy.
Mr. Magic Hands. That's what they call me.