The power of being sensitive

The art of being sensitive-

Is it a boon or a bane?

Sometimes I hate the way it makes me feel,

To notice the slightest change in behavior immediately-

Or the way they talk or look at me,

I thought it made me weak.

But alas I am one with grounded feet,

A body of water, a heart of fire,

And a head full of wild wind.

My conscience, my empathy

My intuition and my creativity :

My deep appreciation for the smallest of things,

My awareness to others pain and my passion for it all.

For now I know-

Being sensitive makes me powerful, it makes me who I am-

Take away this single trait, you take away the very essence of me.

this isn't exactly a poem but it doesn't qualify as a write up too so I guess just thoughts?