Sensitivity

I know that I can make it—
through the worst you see—
I'll just sneak right by,
because I know I hold a key.

Sensitivity’s what saves me—
despite my many flaws—
I dare to be much kinder,
when I'm needed without pause.

For I know that I'm protected—
with the utmost care—
by feelings deep within,
and not by something way out there.

I have tried before and proved it,
every time, and time again;
when I fully give my heart,
without the fear, it works times ten.

Everything is in my favor,
for the interest of the whole;
not a temporary fix,
for a one day, painful role.

I can't wait to be so giving,
that I can do it instantly;
without the slightest reservation,
though I know I'm not yet free.

So, for now I'll be invisible,
forget through giving that I exist;
in the gladness that I'm needed,
make up for all that I've missed.

Because the day will surely come,
as all is flowing effortlessly,
when I'll un-knowlingly become
what I, though timid, dared to be.

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Copyright ©2005 Robert Fulton Laird
Website: www.flatsongs.com

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