Feeling Each Other's Pain

I cannot know or feel the interior of the other.
The other cannot know or feel the interior of me.
Only if we lucidly love and care about one another,
With empathy, compassion, understanding, and sympathy,
Can it be hoped that I and the other will truly see
That I am the other; and the other is me.
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My pain is something that you cannot feel.
I alone know how bad and big it is, how terrible and real.
My pain is something that you cannot see.
I have to suffer it invisibly.
You can look at me, but you cannot see my pain.
You might see my eyes make rain.
Or you might hear my heart complain.
But you cannot see, hear, or know my pain.
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But you have felt pain of your own, large and little; and if you care,
Then to you I am not a mere object or other, but I am your brother--
More: I am you, and you are I: both of us "I am"--rejoicing to be there!
Then to me the other is my sister or brother, and also is I;
And to you I am not anymore only the other, but yourself and your brother.
Then inwardly we are truly twins and one in twain;
Then we can know--and even feel--each other's pain.



--Written by Michael LP, aka MLP
aka PoetWithCancer, aka PWC, aka Mr. Poet
Written on Monday, February 1, 2010 12:55 pm PST
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