I read this book
it tells me I have no empathy
I'm cold, detached and preachy
and only knows what he wants to know
and what is known,
the reader can't understand.
If I judge someone and don't
understand my action
then I don't have empathy
this is an important quality
nourished to feed its senses.
Crisis a homelessness charity
benefited with one person
taken off the street for Xmas
bed and fed over the festive period
I did that and felt transparency.
My behaviour toward others was
a movement in growth in self-love
needing gentleness, voices singing
sustenance, suppleness and being
sensitive is the only way forward
a texture of emotion I want in my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Empathy is essential, for sure.