I am sensitive,
and that is a gift.
It means I can see others, and resonate with them
know their feelings
understand a situation
and it means I am easily hurt.
This gift seemed not to fit my world.
It made me think wrong things.
It hurt me.
So I saw it as weakness and wrong
and I suppressed it.
But I could only suppress the gift, the seeing:
I could not suppress the being easily hurt.
So it seemed like only weakness and worthlessness.
As I learn to see and sense others
I am still easily hurt
I am still not in control
unable to see or do the Act which makes things Perfect
yet I learn to see others, and resonate with them
know their feelings
and understand a situation
In my weakness is my strength
I will know the place for the first time
I am sensitive
and that is a gift.
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Clare Flourish 
When I think of you, I feel warm inside.
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You say the sweetest things.
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It is truly a gift!
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One you share, mi duck.
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“I was thinking that I might fly today
Just to disprove all the things you say
It doesn’t take a talent to be mean
Your words can crush things that are unseen
So please be careful with me, I’m sensitive
And I’d like to stay that way.” ~Jewel
There is true transformation in showing your humanity in sensitivity. That’s what Gandhi used to defeat a government. True humanity in weakness. It’s undeniable and beautifully strong.
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That is beautiful. “In my weakness is my strength.”
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