The Quiet Weight of Feeling

I often wonder why my heart feels so deeply,

As if I am wired to sense the world in ways others might not.

Life—its joys, sorrows, and fleeting moments—

Touches me profoundly, perhaps too much at times.

I feel the silent whispers within a work of art,

The subtle shift in a familiar voice,

And the weight of emotions that others may overlook.

Yet, with this sensitivity comes fear.

I am afraid of feeling too much,

Afraid that every passing moment will carry a new weight to bear.

I know it is a part of being human,

But still, I hesitate to be seen as someone who feels more than they should.

Though I try to live rationally,

I cannot deny the quiet flood of emotions that stir within me.

So why am I putting these thoughts into words?

Perhaps I need to remind myself, over and over,

Of this tender side of me—

The side that cares too deeply, feels too much,

The side I can never fully reveal to the world,

Yet the very part that makes me who I am.