I cry because I care,
I tear up because I fear,
I worry because I feel sorry,
Not just for me, but for those around and beyond
Every emotion gets magnified
Exceedingly difficult and hard to hide
Small things become big and wide
And those around continue to advise
“Toughen up, girl! and be wise!
The real world out there is harsh
You don’t want to be treated a trash!”
I keep hearing such comments
From family, mentors and friends.
Is feeling intensely a crime?
I’m not here to ridiculously mime
This world that has become robotic over time.
Many often mistake (with no second thought)
My tears for my fears
My empathy for emotional dependency
My kindness for my weakness
My silence for my dumbness..
Nay! I am not a damsel in distress
I’m a damsel who helps the distressed!
The vividness of my sentiments
Maybe a curse or a bliss, and depends
On circumstances; but in every overwhelming breath
My sensitivity is My Inner Strength!
Dedicated to all those sensitive hearts who have often been stereotyped as being ‘weak’, ‘fragile’ and ‘incapable of facing the world’.
In response to daily prompt :