Empathy’s ugly Face

some say
i have
a certain way
to touch
the ones i meet.
empathic, they call it –
and say it with a smile.

for me
it has been
a curse –
encountered each day.

to be able
to touch
means to understand,
to open myself –
and once i do,
wounds
are easily obtained.

i never learnt
to be careful enough.
i hope i will…
the first step
is to be
aware.