Sensitive

Much of my life i spent under the hardness of such a crust. It has not been difficult to realize where i found myself to be. When i look back, i see how painfully awkward it was to show my love. No one would have ever guessed how very deep and patient my love was. Yet it was seen as something altogether different, though i know not what exactly. I’m still not real good at loving well, which is strange because i think i know it when i feel it from others which again, you would realize, was not often. I had thought warrior was anger, and had i been correct, i would have been one heck of a good warrior…. yea, had i but been correct. But something always did seem wrong with my picture of justice in my warrior being. I just never stopped long enough to figure that out, and people were not honest enough to clarify how they saw me, other than to remove themselves. That of course spared them from my hard-fought-for opinions. Opinions they could not change.
But the beauty of that generally sad sounding story, is that on very importsnt things, I “stuck to my guns”, while sure, riff-raff falls by the side, not so much because of my enlightening, but because that is what riff-raff does in its natural course. THAT i did see. THAT impressed me. And, had it not been for noticing THAT, i would never have noticed the grandeur of natural changes, inside myself and outside myself; inside others and in THAT OUTSIDE other that we all share – naturally.
Im still a warrior of sorts: I’m just a lot meeker, calmer, more reflective, more aware, and yea – much more thankful and hopeful. Such are the gifts of nature. God’s nature.