SENSITIVITY

The pain deep in my gut is real
And the heart, it also does feel
Yet it takes a long time to heal
But the soul soon gets the drift
A brain will work its extra shift
Whispering curses all the while

Pain is both chronic and acute
But the effect one can’t refute
Like a jump with no parachute
With a trembling in the fingers
It takes its time and still lingers
It is often so hard to reconcile

Whether to take it on the chin
And let it all out, or keep it in
Yet that’s when rage can begin
Sharing might be good, or not
Coldness comes after being hot
But now knowing all about bile