sensitivity 8 January 2006

[azdesertrose]

sometimes i think i am just too sensitive
too easily wounded by the world

things that were probably not said to hurt me
tend to scrape my soul
things done in moments of thoughtlessness
(and everyone is thoughtless sometimes)
tend to bruise my heart

sometimes i think it is this trait
more than any other
that makes me want to hide from the world
or leave it altogether
that feeds my fantasy of a mountaintop cabin
far from other people
that feeds the dream of the white room
that makes me want to heed the call of Yeats' fae narrator

i am no longer a child
is it too late to walk with a faery hand in hand
from a world more full of weeping than i can understand