To Feel This Much

To feel deeply is often misunderstood. Sensitivity is sometimes labeled as weakness, as though emotion were something to be tamed or hidden. Yet, within the very ache of feeling lies a profound gift: the ability to notice beauty, to be moved by the smallest details, to carry joy and sorrow with equal intensity. This poem is an exploration of that tension- the wound and the blessing of a heart that refuses to harden.

It is both a wound and a blessing,

to live with skin so thin the world seeps in.

The wounds of

you’re too sensitive,

you don’t need to cry

as if my chest were not already

a welling ocean,

as if the ache did not beg to be let out.

The blessings of

being undone by the smallest things:

the way sunlight spills like honey

across the kitchen floor,

the hush that lingers after rain,

a stranger’s laugh that warms me

as if I’ve known them forever.

The blessing of holding beauty

until it trembles in my chest,

of carrying joy so raw it almost hurts,

of being cracked open enough

for love to find its way in.

It is both a wound and a blessing,

to live with skin so thin the world seeps in.

To feel this much is not an easy path but it is a rich one. May we learn to honor the sensitivity that opens us to both ache and wonder, and to see it not as a burden, but as a way of truly being alive.