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.
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
Caught by the petals
of your eyes.
Yet, the drinkers will never know
That it was you
Who gave birth to their sunrise.
I have spent mornings drinking beauty,
Walking along coastal paths
While growing wings
Spun of white surf sprinkled with the gold dust
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.
I sow a prayer
On the sunrise hills
Where the iron sky is cold and dark.
I sow a promise
And watch my caged-in longing
Burst into vivid bloom –
A wildly disheveled dandelion
On the hard and empty fields
Of the eastern morning light.