Sensibility

I once saw a whisper, so feathery and light Bounce with grace through the crowd fueled by each breath for flight. I once heard a teardrop with a cracked, broken tone Pleading only for mercy as it hung alone. I once smelled a feeling, so bitter then so sweet And I hoped someone smelled all my heart could secrete. I once touched the wind; it felt sharp on my bare hand It cut me and cleansed me in a harsh winter land. I once tasted acceptance; warmed, filled empty spots And I asked ‘round for more, but saw all empty pots. I once sipped humanity, so thirsty was I When I tried to gulp more, all around me was dry. I once sensed that something new quite needed to be Introduced to this world and it started with me.