It has long been my proclivity
to tender hearted sensitivity...
that often lacked good sensibility...
in a skin that was too thin.
For I harbored a sense of worthlessness
that led to much great mirthlessness.
My substance of ingrained dearthlessness
I wore upon the chin.
Compelled to make my recompense,
a verb in a world of imperfect tense,
where nothing but tears would but condense,
I assumed I was the sin.
I could not rectify my state,
in a consistent phase of emotional au fait...
so quick on the draw to, thus, berate
with apologies to spin.
But then one day, without intention,
came to me, through Divine Intervention,
a gift bearing Love without condescension
and Acceptance entered in.
No longer is it my proclivity
to such tender hearted sensitivity...
and I lack not good sensibility,
for Truth now reigns within.
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