Glass
Like splintered glass Your words pierce silence Pulling me back Abruptly comforting Transparently cutting Through noise, Thank you
So they say
It will all get better in time It’s helpful, it will heal It will all get better in time So they say, but time steals It will give to solace and peace Give you hope, give you distance It is healthy to mourn and grieve So they say, they’re persistent It will all become your…
A poem about acute empathy and sensitivity to others and the atmospheres/rooms you walk into
You're too sensitive they said
As the words hurt and cut deep
Your too sensitive they said
As the echoes haunted my sleep
Too sensitive, man up, ignore it
Were the phrases to spur me on
But I grew to realise, almost too late
That their negative sensitive was wrong
So the words cut deep and the looks sliced through
But my being too sensitive makes each feeling newA step into a familiar room
# Permanent link to Empath
Like a leap into the unknown
Oppressive, warm or a hostile place
Even a strange one can feel home
Sensitive to atmosphere
And how others relate
Not comfortable in my own skin
It can turn to self hate
But it's just the volume, the noise of the world
An a series of events that simultaneously unfurl
Scribbles of an insomniac 