Sensitivity

I was born with a sensitivity —
didn’t know was me.

Torn down, turned down,
not accepted.

No one knew the why—
nor how I was supposed to be,
abused and hurt, I hid.

There was nowhere else to go.
I lost myself,
the life I lived.

Divorces, pain, and loss—

Anger
and shame.

So many people I have
blamed.

Therapy became the aim.

What I do know now—
how odd to say—
I would do it all over again,
just as it was.

Because there was no other way
to discover what was...

that sensitivity,
The vulnerability.

The journey-
to becoming awake.

© Todd Greenberg 09/17/24