Heyoka Empath

Heyoka Heyoka, sacred clown,  
The Native American Indians found,  
The most powerful empath there could ever be,  
While I was awakening, I recognised me.  
 
All those years of every diagnosis,  
I knew this was more than just psychosis.  
Absorbing the emotions of those crossing my path,  
Feeling hurt and pain of people’s wrath.  
 
Knowing this, after forty years,  
Is clarification for blood, sweat and tears.  
The Heyokas’ experience many forms of hell,  
There’s no longer a fight, no need to rebel.  
 
A spiritual awakening, a heightened elation,  
I signed up to this in my incarnation.  
A weight off my shoulders, memories disappear,  
A Heyoka I am, I’ve nothing to fear.  
 
Self-loathing and hating, not knowing why,  
How I’d drown in depression when people were by,  
Thoughts that I’d have were defo not mine,  
But I do know deception and when someone is lying.  
 
A Heyoka, some say, a gift from above,  
I lived through hell, to feel compassion and love,  
Healing is easy, since I’ve found my purpose,  
Now I’m empowered, feeling no longer worthless.  
 
Narcissists unfortunately, I cannot defend,  
You’re beyond my help, we'll not be friends.  
Lies I can’t fathom or why they are told,  
It’s my pet peeve which turns my blood cold.  
 
For those who need help, will be guided to me,  
I’ll open your eyes, a new way you’ll see.  
Intuition, compassion and empathy,  
A direct approach, straightforward I’ll be.  
 
Always with humour to add laughter to sadness,  
My purpose to guide you, there’s method to my madness.  
I feel your fears, sense your shadow self,  
I’ll show you the way just ask for my help.  
 
Jaisa Oak