Strength and Sensitivities

The scars within, who knows of them but those who hold them?
Some might assume, some might judge, but unless you are the soul who houses these wounds within your own bones, then nothing of this will you ever know in your distance. Nothing of this will you ever know while your finger is pointed. For are we all the same? Do we feel the same, love the same, hurt the same? How is it that one can withstand a circumstance when the other cannot? Is it an issue of weakness and strength? Well I tell you now, that I am not weak, for if I was I would have fallen long ago. I am strong for I have withstood like the mighty oak, I have bent in the storm, though many branches have broken. I have sprouted new growth where the icy winter winds have blown. But I tell you this also, that some of us are sensitive’s, which does not define weak, for there is much strength in this depth of feeling, in this realm and the next.

Sometimes I feel like I feel more than is mine. But I still stand in time; I still strive for better of myself, for myself, for those I love, for humankind, for mother earth. Sometimes we all must wonder where strength is hiding, surely not just I? Sometimes I say ‘you have abandoned me, you have left me with nothing but this sensitivity’, only to find it was strength who was guiding me in the simple things all along. When grief held me in bed, it was strength who said ‘you are more than this, get up’. When sorrow drew too many tears from my eyes, strength said ‘remember you are not alone, a myriad of angels are waiting for you to ask; for help, for love, for forward motion.

To be strong, to know what to do, to always do right. Does anyone always know the right thing to do? Is anybody always right? I guess I have had the misfortune of learning through mistakes, but I have also had the wisdom to learn from them, to evolve, well when I am wise enough to know what to do and what is right, that is. And what is life? Is it creation, is it change, growth? A series of deaths and rebirths? Is it love, knowledge? It feels too big to ponder, but I know somewhere within, that life is all these things, as well as hope and trust, nature, the divine. But it’s still too big to ponder, at least at four in the morning.

Well the angels tell me I am whole, I am beautiful just as all life is beautiful, they tell me I am special, just as all life is special. They tell me I am apart of the whole and I am loved for I am of the same essence as them, I am a part of the one-song and guilt is just an extra suitcase to lug around. Well right now strength is surviving, strength is creating, and strength is taking the time to love myself and love that which is around me, even those things I do not like. Strength is finding beauty in sorrow, and the morrow. Strength is putting one foot in front of the other, even though for the most part your thinking ‘why bother’. Strength is trust, strength is wisdom, strength is innate within our spirits. And there is indeed strength in sensitivity.

Strength and Sensitivities

LilyMunroe

Joined August 2008

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