Dear patrons, I came across this poem from 2016, when I was writing about the pain and struggle of social isolation – which was an issue for me since the onset of debilitating chronic pain back in 1997. It wasn’t even so much the physical limitations or sensitivities I struggled with over the years, but more to the point, other people’s limitations and insensitivities – failing to recognize, have compassion for, or respond appropriately to the various needs I had, as I healed myself. We so often live not only in a black and white world, but one where people rely on what they were taught, not what they can sense with their hearts, if only they would stop, dial in, listen, and access their deepest humanity. That’s the topic of this month’s bonus poem with a photo from the original journal entry. Enjoy, and as always, I welcome your thoughts.
Imposed by these limitations
And your lack of
Awareness sensitivity and responsiveness
It becomes unsafe
To leave the house
And the very thing I need to heal
Lies outside my door
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