This is a poem by me,
Niamh Rice.
It's about feeling your feelings.
It's really a diary of a sensitive soul.
I feel to heal.
Sometimes it's inconvenient and all I want to do is deny it.
Sometimes it's overbearing and all I want to do is hide it.
But I feel so I can heal.
Sometimes it just creeps up when I think I'm doing fine.
Sometimes it catches me off guard and completely dims my shine.
But I feel so I can heal.
Sometimes I just want to push it down,
But the feeling just arises.
Sometimes I want to ignore it,
But instead my mind analyzes.
But I feel so I can heal.
Sometimes I just want a relaxing walk,
But my emotions bubble to the surface.
Sometimes I just want to watch TV,
But my brain jumps to fulfilling my purpose.
But I feel so I can heal.
Sometimes I just want some quiet,
But my mind wants to process.
Sometimes I just want some peace,
But my body wants to release.
But I feel so I can heal.
Sometimes I don't want to look so soft and I have to hide my emotions.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't so conscious and I just flowed like the ocean.
But I feel so I can heal.
Sometimes I resent being so sensitive.
Feelings can be tough.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't an empath.
Receiving others' energy can be rough.
But I feel so I can heal.
Deep down I know I've just got to feel.
If I don't numb or distract,
I can make peace and heal.
If I choose not to suppress the dark of my soul,
I can embrace my shadow and I can become whole.
Deep down I know the power of feeling.
Feeling is healing and I'm a healer.
I'm told I feel so I can heal.
