By: Hanna Haitham
sensitivity is not weakness
it is strength you see
that i allow myself to feel
without the insecurities
i don’t fret after every tear
my heart wills me to cry
i don’t bury my feelings in
and watch my aching soul die
i revel in my emotions
even the ones i don’t want to feel
i don’t search for validation
i allow myself to heal
you may think that bottling it up
is the brave thing to do
you may live by what society
chooses to define you
you may sink your feelings deep
and say you don’t need to feel
you may choose to keep
your definition of how you should be
but i know when you’re alone
you often choose to wonder
what if you allowed your heart to breathe
instead of keeping it under
what if you wore it on your sleeve
and allowed yourself to feel
i know you always wonder
what it’s like to heal
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