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An Ode to Empathy
I didn’t choose a word
by looking ahead.
I found it
by noticing
what stayed
when everything else
fell away.
It showed up
in hospital lights
and quiet kitchens,
in long afternoons
that asked too much,
in nights where writing
was the only place
my breath could land.
It wasn’t loud.
It didn’t trend.
It didn’t promise growth
or ease.
It asked me
to stay.
To listen
when I wanted answers.
To soften
when the world hardened.
To keep showing up
for a child who taught me
that presence
is its own language.
I wrote through the swings—
the days that lifted,
the days that bent me,
the days that did both
before noon.
I wrote to make room for her—
sweet, earned, earnest, Empathy—
for my family,
for myself,
for anyone reading
who needed proof
that care can coexist
with exhaustion,
that love doesn’t disappear
just because it’s heavy.
If there’s anything
worth marking,
it’s this:
I didn’t numb.
I didn’t rush past.
I didn’t turn away.
I stayed curious.
I stayed kind.
I stayed human
on the page.
And her quiet presence—
quixotic as it is—
is what carried me
through the year.
© Chris Biscuiti
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