So this is a gift?

The ability to feel?

So this is a gift?

The ability to heal.

All at first, was fear and grief,

I didn’t know my power.

I fought the gift, I had no peace,

In meds and black I cower.

I open the door, so very, very slow,

Afraid of the rushing storm.

I could not prepare, nor say no,

Embracing my new form.

I hear your hurt, I taste your joy.

This special gift I have.

I take it in and deploy,

My soothing, mental salve.

I did soon learn, that what I take,

Can drain my heart and soul.

To cleanse my mind for my own sake,

To shake the mental toll.

As I awake and and as I learn,

This surely is a gift.

To heal a world so broke and burn,

I guide and mend the rift.