Empathy

I guide you
We walked to a private field
and miles away from the city
We closed our eyes and
take deep breaths.
Suddenly our breath is outside
and in a desperate coup d'etat
the wind blows us right off our feet
So spiraling out of control.
I soar higher.
Stiff as ever and
you tightly hold my hand,
scared that you will fall
to your death below.
I tell you to calm down and
open up your heart.
And miles above the world,
you hear someone cry out.
So I turn to you and explain
that this exhilarating
flight is caused by them.

and as response to your
puzzled look I say,

The sound you are hearing is honesty;
that is the only sound that can
make it way up here.
They cry out because they are experiencing
the most honest part of life ever:
The moment before Death...
and as an empath I have been blessed with
the responsibility of soothing their
restless souls, in this; their most
desperate time of need.
And stars
and clouds.
and gods and angels watching me
frantically fly from charge to charge.
DYING HUMANS DESPERATE!!

{{I wrote this almost one month ago, and despite it's prose-y sound was meant to be a free-verse about Empathy. Writing a poem from this first person POV was odd to say the least which is why I am requesting feedback. I have whole gallery of works and as soon as I find a proper place for shameless self promotion you lot will be the first to know}}

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