My father said the other day
with a sad smile
his calloused fingers ran through my hair,
"You feel too deeply:
it is both a blessing
and a curse."
"Blessing?" I inquired.
He had no answer.
His hand gently provided more weight
and suddenly I knew.
It is not a blessing
to be different from the majority
from pragmatic individuals
who superficially skim over events
--that hurt, injure, sadden-- me.
No;
it is a curse.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
My father said the other day
with a sad smile
his calloused fingers ran through my hair,
"You feel too deeply:
it is both a blessing
and a curse."
"Blessing?" I inquired.
He had no answer.
His hand gently provided more weight
and suddenly I knew.
It is not a blessing
to be different from the majority
from pragmatic individuals
who superficially skim over events
--that hurt, injure, sadden-- me.
No;
it is a curse.
