Rescuer

I feel the smallest shift In moods and feelings of others . I am them for that split second of uncertainty, sadness .Instead of just acknowledging it I act if  
they are my own . The more empathetic  I am , I lose my own control , it’s a balancing  act a juggler of knowing what to hold and what to throw instinctively away . Yet I still don’t know , because I feel compelled to fix and mend . My feelings urge me to hold on , for every time I was let go , and a rescuer was born in every sense and form adopted from the fragmented historical remains of a broken lost  soul . When all you felt was nothing at all and your hands held empty supplies that your heart felt was way too heavy to hold alone . Everyone needs someone . Loneliness feeds and breeds and lies one at a time .