For my deep feelers
Empaths.
For everyone with minds so full
And mouths sewn shut
Such a heavy weight
Such a desire to connect
Such resistance.
People misunderstand you
Antisocial, they say
Boring, they think
It’s laughable, really
Your voice is quiet
But your soul is loud
Your demeanor is soft
But your heart is fierce
You are worth patience.
My love.
You have something unique to give
So much time observing
So much time listening
Understanding leaks from your pores
Compassion flows through your veins
You get people
You learn them slowly.
You learn them deeply.
The ones who notice you
Who engage you…
What a treat for you both
What a rarity.
The ones who don’t
Whether unkind, or simply oblivious
You learn from them.
Think of it as a gift
You take a lesson on humanity from them
They take nothing from you.
-Elle
P.S. Wavered on that last line so much because when people fail to notice you, when you aren’t given the time of day, when you feel invisible… that hurts and absolutely CAN take something from you. An overactive anxious mind can dwell on something like that -literally- for years, so I definitely don’t mean to diminish that. I just decided to write that the way I want it to be, and the way it ought to be. Because really, it’s something we shouldn’t give two flying shits about 😉
#Poetryfromthenotpoet
