Sensitivity in Chaos: A Beacon's Resilience

Sometimes the air hurts me, cuts like a knife,
And leaves me breathless, gasping for reprieve.
It shakes me to the core, disrupts my flow,
But I am powerless to its brute force,
A mere mortal in its turbulent wake,
Longing for peace, a calmness to embrace.

The rose that trembles in the wind's caress,
Its fragile petals quivering with fear,
Is like my soul, so delicate and pure,
Vulnerable to the world's harsh disdain.
But still, it blooms, defying all that's wrong,
A symbol of hope, a symbol of grace.

The poem that burns with an intense flame,
Its words incendiary, its passion fierce,
Is like a fire that rages in my heart,
Consuming me with its ardor and zeal.
But still, I write, with all my heart and soul,
Pouring out my essence, my pain, my joy.

I long to fix everything, to make things right,
To heal the wounds, to banish all the pain.
But life is complex, and sometimes it's hard,
And nothing bleeds, and nothing can be fixed.
But still, I try, with all my might and will,
To make a difference, to leave my mark.

Sensitive, I have a sensitive soul,
One that's attuned to life's infinite hues.
I feel deeply, and sometimes it's too much,
But still, I press on, with courage and hope.
For in this world of chaos and decay,
My soul is a beacon, a shining light.

So let the air hurt me, let the rose tremble,
Let the poem burn, with all its searing flame.
For I am alive, with all my strengths and flaws,
And in this life, I'll do the best I can.
For though I'm just a speck in this vast universe,
I matter, and I'll make my life count.

I'll paint my canvas with the colors of life,
With brushstrokes bold, with passion and with might.
I'll dance in the rain, I'll sing with the wind,
I'll embrace the joy that life has to give.

I'll be a friend to those who need a hand,
I'll lend my ear to those who need to be heard.
I'll be a light in someone's darkest hour,
A beacon of hope, a source of power.

And though the world may sometimes seem unkind,
And though the air may hurt, and the rose may tremble,
And though the poem may burn with fierce intensity,
I'll keep on going, with all my tenacity.

For I am a warrior, with a heart of gold,
A fighter, a lover, a force to behold.
And though the journey may be long and hard,
I'll face it all, with my sensitive soul as my guard.

And when my time on this earth is done,
And I leave behind this mortal coil,
I'll know that I've lived a life well-lived,
And my soul will be at peace, free from all toil.

So let the air hurt me, let the rose tremble,
Let the poem burn, with all its searing flame.
For I am alive, and I'll make my mark,
And my sensitive soul will leave a lasting spark.



















The poem is part of a full version found in the book "Homo Sapiens" Part XVII, written by Mawphniang Napoleon. This book is part of the popular "Homo Sapiens" book series, which can be purchased online at various online bookstores, such as Amazon. The book is available for purchase for those who are interested in reading the complete version of the poem. Remember to get all the books from the "Homo Sapiens" series, as well as other books by the same author.

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Khublei Shihajar Nguh,
Dhanewad
Thank you