Sensitivity

I was born with a sensitivity
I 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—
Death, too soon.

Anger
And shame.

So many people I have
blamed.

Therapy then
Became my 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