Being uniquely you

Sensitivity opens you up to creativity, empathy and imagination, but it also opens you up to a whole range of emotions that other people just don’t have the capacity to feel. Emotions are on high volume all the time. It can be extremely frustrating and cause feelings of anxiety, loneliness and depression. Connecting with other Highly Sensitive People can be a great comfort. But sometimes it is hard to be understood and taken seriously by other non-HSPs. Who of us haven’t heard the phrase: just pull yourself together, or: can’t you just control your emotions.

It is of vital importance that we all respect each other’s differences and listen to each other. Yes, we are all human, but what does that really mean? Humans are extremely complex beings, and that is, in my opinion, what makes us so interesting. Be open to this complexity, be willing learn and meet each individual with openness of heart and mind. Not everyone is like you, in fact, there is no one like you at all, and that is what makes you so uniquely interesting and important. And that is what makes each individual so uniquely interesting and important. It is time we start treating each other as such: as complex, beautiful and fascinating individuals.

Wrapped in leaves of solitude

Here, unseen by mocking eyes, you hide.
Wrapped in leaves of solitude
And crowned by the blackest night.
With a heart of thornless roses
You quietly stand by
While the world is quenched
By starlight
Caught by the petals
of your eyes.
Yet, the drinkers will never know
That it was you
Who gave birth to their sunrise.

The sea is never lonely

I have spent mornings drinking beauty,
Walking along coastal paths
While growing wings
Spun of white surf sprinkled with the gold dust
Of dawn.

I have learned to love the sea’s every mood,
Cast unto rugged gray cliffs
rising steeply from blue coves,
Or Caresses smothered unto white sandy dunes.

But the sea is never lonely,
It is full of whispering, beckoning, moaning
Of some great sorrow
Or great joy,
Imposed upon the land without excuse,
While solitary humans, like myself,
wander, awed and spellbound,
On the outer frame of it.

Walking down a lonely road

I’m walking down a lonely road
I wish time wasn’t walking along,
Seeing faces and places;
Reminders of home.

There is snow on the signposts,
Autumn’s clutter in the guts,
Beaten down tracks of
Asphalt and stone.

I’m walking down a lonely road
I wish I wasn’t walking alone,
Seeing white-painted crossings
Faded and gone.

There are untouched skipping stones
In sea-washed harbors,
And crab traps left
To yellow and grow old.

I’m walking down a lonely road
Where possibilities’ shop
Has long since been closed,
Leaving only in its wake
Miles and miles of unclaimed love.