An Empath Story continues…

The smells, the sounds, the different arms swept through my aura confusing my sense of self.  Did I belong?  Or did I not?  And to whom did I belong?  Bundled in a blanket once again, I recall the breeze becoming to me as the new set of arms carried me away.  I smiled and they “cooed”.  I must be doing something right, but my heart was broken and I wanted to go home; this was not home.   So I waited.  

 

The waiting brought new sensations and feelings.  Hesitancy in the voices always rang out despite my on-going smiles and gurgles.  But these arms seemed to enjoy the sparkle in my eyes and I was content.   That night I felt the captured teardrop could be felt crying within my heart resounding through my soul as the darkness closed in; my own eyes cried.  Days turned into weeks.  I smiled, they smiled back.  Then one day, I felt their pain behind the smiles and found myself in a stranger’s arms.  Three months old and already I had been rejected twice despite being loved; I was lost.  

 

So are you an empath?  What is your story?