Her World

Behind her shades, you might presume she's hiding something. And you may be partially correct. Appearing unassuming in her silence, graceful in her stride, she hides her feelings well, being a sensitive, an empath. Smothered by the thoughts and feelings of others, certainly it all becomes difficult to bear. Awash by waves of emotions not her own, and yet, it's difficult to deflect. As if imaginary claws protrude out and rakes her deeply, cutting swiftly.... There are no bandages to bind these unseen wounds, no ointments to sooth... Such is the life of a sensitive, such is the world she must live in. Love is her saving grace As she remains in an unsafe world.