Empaths sense when something's wrong, especially with
friends and family, but with strangers also at times.
When injured or needing emotional support, it's a
knowing deep inside the soul where the Divine dwells.
Being always attentive to an inner intuition, always
having this since a very young child.
When at school talking and being friends with children
that were shunned or made fun of.
It was just wrong, wanting to ease their pain, talking
to them and getting them to talk to ease the pain inside.
Never veering from this intuitive feeling, throughout
the years, still being an empath.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem