I Feel I am Finding My Own Home
It Rests Within Myself
A Highly Sensitive Person
Is A Different Breed
With Feelings So Deep
That We Cannot Speak
In A Touch, In A Word, In A Tone
That Sings to Us Or Breaks Us
But Does Not Leave Us Weak
A Caution that Takes Everything In
With A Wrench that Twists with Depth
And a Wand That Sparks Magic Inside
We Laugh
We Cry
We Long for a Truth
Someone Who Can Understand
What We Are Going Through
I Have Come to See
And To Tell All of You
That A Highly Sensitive Being
Like You Like Me
Is Certainly Not A Shame
But Truly A Blessing to Be
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2 comments:
Nice poem MITU !
Well done my friend. You got talent.
Keep it up & love always,
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