Beyond the Scars

 


The world, a tapestry of threads both bright and frayed,

Has etched its stories on your heart, some light, some deeply shaded.

You've known the sting of hardship, felt the weight of pain,

Seen shadows dance where sunshine once did reign.


Betrayal's bitter taste may linger on your tongue,

And scars may whisper tales of battles lost, unsung.

Doubt whispers, "Why be gentle in a world so cold?

Why offer kindness when your own story's yet untold?"


But listen close, dear heart, for in the hush of night,

A different voice arises, soft and filled with light.

It speaks of seeds of kindness, sown in fertile ground,

Though storms may rage above them, beauty can be found.


Remember that one smile, a beacon in the gloom,

That lifted up a stranger, chased away the tomb

Of loneliness and sorrow. Think of helping hands

That reached across a chasm, bridged divided lands.


The world may seem a battlefield, where anger roars,

But kindness is a weapon hope forever adores.

It holds no sting of vengeance, carries no cruel weight,

Yet in its gentle touch, it alters fortune's fate.


For kindness is a language hearts can understand,

A bridge across divides, a helping, open hand.

It speaks of empathy, a silent, knowing tear,

A whispered word of comfort, banishing all fear.


Though darkness may have dimmed your inner, gentle light,

Remember, even embers can ignite a night.

The world needs every spark, each flicker, every flame,

To chase away the shadows, whisper love's sweet name.


So don't let cynicism steal your gentle grace,

For kindness is a power that can mend a broken face.

It's not a sign of weakness, but a strength untold,

The quiet hero rising, braver than the bold.


Let kindness be your armor, in a world that cuts and scars,

A shield against the darkness, lighting up the stars.

Be kind to those who hurt you, for they too are scarred,

Offer them understanding, a love that's far-reaching, hard.


Kindness is not a weakness, but a strength divine,

A testament to the spirit, forever set to shine.

It mends the broken pieces, builds a world anew,

And though the road is long, dear heart, kindness will see you through.


So keep on giving freely, with an open hand,

For in that endless giving, a better world expands.

The world may try to break you, but it cannot break

The spirit that finds solace in the kindness you create.

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