I used to feel bad for feeling everything.

I would pray for numbness.

I would beg to be able to turn it off.

I would cry out for this to go away.

Feeling this deep makes me experience things so heightened.

The sadness is soul crushing.

The anger is raging.

The regret is deep resentment.

The pain is aching.

I used to think it was a curse.

But here I am never getting hard,

I continue to stay soft.

That’s a strength.

That’s taking pain and transforming it to pleasure without absorbing it.

I wouldn’t wanna be anything other than me.

That’s strength.

That’s beauty.