Tuesday

On Being Empathic

She cried, sobbing hot tears streaming in rivers down her sad face, she cried so he didn't have to. So he didn't have to carry that heavy sharp stone of hurt, so that he could externalise the pain and sorrow that he could never express. So that he could cradle her and rock her gently as he felt the anguish and healed and soothed them both in his big strong arms.

5 comments:

Val said...

Your writing is beautiful and filled with meaning.

Singer said...

Thanks so much Val, I really appreciate your comment.

David Rheins said...

sad but poignant.

Selma said...

WOW. Empathy can be like that. Not only can you feel someone else's pain but you want to experience it for them so they don't have to. Such an astute observation. You really are an insightful writer.

singer said...

David, thank you for visiting and your comment, it is appreciated. :)

Selma, yes you are right, empathy is like that. Thanks so much for your kind words, I really appreciate your comments.