Soft as a baby’s breath sleeping,
And sharp as a broken bottle.
As singular as a surgeon’s blade.
Empathy’s many edges.

Weakness in feeling.
Blurring reason.
Soft words are useless
when action is needed.

But empathy is not surrender,
nor cheerless capitulation.
It is radical seeing.
The human within the mannequin.

Wounds recognise other wounds.
Stories breathe in entanglement.
Beyond the boundaries of your own skin.
Reconnecting what was severed.

 

11/3/2025