My Thoughts Keyboarded

4am on an un eventful Thursday The alarm didn’t go off There is no pressure to wake so, I lay there feeling calm as a lake As if by chance came a vision of some sort Didn’t feel like dream Or that’s what I thought I saw myself decorating the Christmas tree The one in my living room Away from myself and felt free sitting on the couch I watched the scene A moment so rare and serene Its only fitting I call him he he looked different, Far from glee Thinning hairline, curves and hazed face like he is stuck in a fricking maze He bent down and picked up a red star Tied it neatly with a string Placed it right at the top Perfection seemed to be his goal Why is he so serious screamed the soul? I took a good look at him The path he travelled The difficulties he overcome The gloomy days that went by  The crooked lines and sagging eye Engulfed in the sight so rare I sympathised with him He is supposed to be happy He has everything and someone to care He fought ...

  Too many times I was told I am too sensitive Too many times I was told I need to man up Too many times I was told to shake it off and not feel a thing Too many times I was told being this sensitive would not help me with 'real world' however, Too many times The people who say this are the 'real world' i live in Too many times They had the power to heal with words but choose to hurt Too many times I tried ignoring my sensitivity that enables me to empathize to understand to feel to learn and to forgive Too many times its my sensitive self that helped me to be gentle to others and to bring back my righteousness even when others least deserved it For the first time I realized today, sensitivity is my virtue being sensitive is not my curse but my blessing and by accepting myself and being my sensitive empathic self I can be of service to others and enable them to be truer to their self heal wher...