There is a misnomer that a Sensitive hears over and over. She’s moody, unstable, brilliant but bipolar. Empathically gifted, a misunderstood smoldering mystic, an unskilled empathy moreover. A Sensitive first learns that to care you must carry. However a healer, she needs to give it up to God, her love, and turn it over. When she gets older, she wonders why she Is tired. Drained from her parents, the pain of her friends and the trap she is in gets lonely.
You see, she is born with a gift. A chemical imbalance. She can see spirits as a child, talks to Angels all her life. Though frightened at first, she is tough to the last and a Sensitive woman all her life. From early on, she loves her father, may be abandoned and toughened by having to be a mother. The patterns of family, carried through generations, she is born to heal in all of us, called to feeling like the alien. For a sensitive grows early into an adult, smart, mature, old soul but born as a child, she Is burdened but patient because she can see her parents. What she needs is her mother, the back bone of her father, support for her emotions, she suffers often sadly in silence.
Thrust into a romantic figure piece, she is puzzled by why people don’t stay open in heart, why they say one thing of promise but fail to finish what they start. The story in her wild confusion with wild pain at her side, tells herself a story of unrequited love and for reasons, she’s abandoned and would do best to hide. for what she has inside goes inward even more. Nevertheless, she cannot hold back the love on her chest, she expresses, even pursues the love object. Picky in choice, artistic originals best, rebellion her choice, she needs the eccentric types to experiment. For she is creative, outlandish players vicariously bring her best out. What she must do when she’s the hype, once her body and sensitive features sprout, is to watch out for the charlatans–those doomed archetypes.
Ok, so she stops write here, for that charlatan from the past she feels so foolish to have called dear. The past pops up, like his hand of control, painful victim she now holds. As a psychic, she could only become clear to learn from the negatives of life. The dark situations overtook her life. Far away from being her father’s sunshine. Mother was overwhelmed, her baby to face in herself, would, who knows, cause her to implode once again. Unprotected, sheltered, experiencing a death, survival instinct became her true wealth. Having known human nature from having loved others so well, escape from imprisonment, from the inculcating what went against her love, God, brain washed in brain damage, the spiritual rape of a Sensitive she handled. The letting go of the lost soul who demanded. The spiritual Sensitive was finally raped, so God released her common sense. She emancipated herself from the lost one who man handled.
Empathy is Poetry 