"Oh you're just being over-sensitive"
Yester-Year
A frequent indictment
Lacking a conviction
Of my own
I believed it
Great lengths
And vast amounts of energy
Were directed
At repressing
And
Ultimately led
To ongoing attempts
To destroy
Sensitivity
To hear those words uttered
Some part of me
Wants to
"Tear you a new one.."
But I don't
You know why?
Because
Of that same
Maligned sensitivity
I have a reverence
For life
Even for those
That are unable
or
Unwilling
To acknowledge
Sensitivity
Within themselves
Without it
I couldn't recognize
or
Articulate
The composite
Layers of cloud cover
Of a sky
in transformation
Nor could I
Breath in the colour
Of the sunset
And then paint
With words
The divine impact
Impressed upon
my heart
And echoing
Through every cell
I could not see
The light
in your children's eyes
I would not feel your embarrassment
Or anticipate
What you will
Need
To contribute to
A moment of ease
I wouldn't feel
Grief at the loss
Of your life
Or of those you love
I would have no idea
What you mean
Were you to tell me
You're hurting..
I wouldn't see
Rainbows on Spider's web
Or leaves pirouetting
With the song
of
Autumn's wind
I would hear
The wisdom teachings
In the Oak groves
Feel the rhythm
Of field of dancing sunflowers
Or harmonize
With the flow
of the tides
Though once a time
Where I renounced
Space for my own
"Sensitivity"
Pre-existed
And never was
"New age Man"
Lamenting
The World is not ready
Truth was
I was not
Able or willing
To be
Embrace myself
I no longer
Ask anyone's permission
To be
Who I am
You need not
Love or approve
of me
Your disapproval
However
Is
None of my
Business.
R. O'Neill (August 18, 2017)
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