The Magic in Your Sensitivity

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This week’s poem holds a truth I’ve been learning to embrace: our sensitivity is not a flaw to hide, but a gift to honor. For so long, I believed that feeling too much was something to apologize for. That being the one who cried easily, cared deeply, and noticed the small details made me “too much” for the world.

But I’ve come to realize that these qualities — the softness, the depth, the rawness — are what make us human. And more than that, they’re what make us powerful.

Here’s this week’s poem, a reminder that our sensitivity isn’t something to hide from, but something to celebrate.

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The Poem Itself

You cry easily.
You care deeply.
You notice everything.
You feel things most people miss.

And maybe, for a long time,
you thought that made you too much.

But what if your sensitivity is the very thing that makes you magic?

The way you love.
The way you listen.
The way you write words that make others feel seen.

You don’t need to be less.
You don’t need to toughen up.

You were made to feel this deeply—
to create art from it,
to hold space with it,
to bring softness into a hard world.

That’s not weakness.
That’s power.

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Reflection/Analysis

I wrote this poem at a time when I was questioning everything about myself. I’ve always felt like my sensitivity was something I needed to hide. I thought it made me weak. I thought it made me “too much.”

But the more I sat with those feelings, the more I realized how deeply I was denying myself. I was denying the power that came from my ability to feel. To care so deeply. To notice the things most people miss.

This poem is a reminder I needed — that sensitivity is not a flaw. It’s magic. It’s what allows us to connect with others, to create art that makes people feel seen. It’s what gives us the strength to hold space for others in a world that often asks us to shut down.

When I first wrote these words, I didn’t yet believe them. I was still trying to shrink myself, to fit into a world that didn’t understand my softness. But now, looking back, I know that being sensitive isn’t a burden. It’s my gift. It’s our gift.

This poem isn’t just a message for me; it’s a message for all of us. We don’t need to toughen up. We don’t need to be less. We were made to feel, to create, to hold space.

And that?

That’s power.

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Write It Out

What’s one way you’ve allowed your sensitivity to guide you toward something beautiful?

If you'd like to share, drop it in the comments or reply to this post. I'd love to read your reflections.

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Thank you for reading — if you’d like to explore more of my writing, I invite you to check out my latest personal essay:

The Power of Rewriting Your Story

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