The empathetic heart isn’t a coward.
it feels the pull of every storm,
yet it steps forward, with tender and fierce,
knowing that true strength is born from care.
It walks the streets where sorrow covers each doorway,
collects the pieces of forgotten sighs,
and transforms every delicate grief into a sunrise,
A gentle hand that lifts the fallen sky.
It dares to see the hidden pain.
to stand where silence screams,
to hold the heartbroken, without shame,
and water hope from fragile dreams.
The empath is not protected by indifference.
nor armored in disdain,
it chooses love as resistance,
who finds courage and manages to stay.
Let the world proclaim its bravest deeds,
but know that true courage lives,
in the quiet grace,
in the eyes that see the hurt,
in the words that sow seeds, of hope, compassion,
and a love that won’t erase.