It feels like spring has definitely arrived in my part of the world. The mornings are still cold but later in the day the sun has some warmth to it. The snowdrops are leaving, the crocus are here, and the daffodils too. I love this time of year! A joyous period before the hay fever sets in!
I wrote this poem in my head whilst on my regular loop walk a few weeks ago. I’m not sure why but I’ve been quite into rhyming things lately. I think this poem basically sums up how I feel about being in the world as a highly sensitive person. Let me know if it strikes a chord for you too.
Poem for the Sensitive Ones
You cry at the sound of a bird’s beating wings,
the smile of a stranger and a thousand more things.
You’re walking the path of awakening to love,
yet often you feel you are not quite enough.
Loud noises they scare you, people don’t understand,
you feel like an alien from a faraway land.
Anxiety so often gets its hooks in your mind
and depression can come very swiftly behind.
But it’s not your fault, this you must know,
when you question so deeply it can lead to a low.
Your joy can be higher than the highest known tree
and your sorrow as deep as the deepest blue sea.
You’re creative, intuitive and an empath too,
with so many gifts it’s hard to know what to do!
Your heart it cries out for the pain of the earth
and you desperately long to do something of worth.
Perfectionist tendencies can keep you held back,
but with just a little encouragement you’ll soon have the knack
of keeping on going and moving along
because now more than ever the world longs for your song.