The Weight of Cruelty
Once, she was a child so small,
Who couldn’t understand at all
Why people spoke with words so mean,
Why kindness faded from the scene.
She thought the world was built on care,
That every heart was soft and fair,
But time revealed the harsher truth—
The world could steal her gentle youth.
How much pain can one heart bear,
Before it turns cold, before it won’t care?
She clings to warmth, though shadows creep,
A lonely light she fights to keep.
Now grown, she bears each heavy blow,
Wonders how much more she’ll know
Before her heart, too, turns to steel,
Before she numbs what she can feel.
She fears that she’ll become like them,
A voice that cuts, a bitter stem—
Yet deep inside, she fights to keep
A kinder heart, though worn and weak.
For if she holds to what is true,
Then kindness, rare, still might break through.
She’ll carry on, though cracked and scarred,
To stay the soul that’s kind, though hard
How much pain can one heart bear,
Before it turns cold, before it won’t care?
She clings to warmth, though shadows creep,
A lonely light she fights to keep.
As a child, she bore the scars,
From hands unkind that left her marred.
She grew with hurt she couldn’t show,
A heart too young to fully know.
Now older, with weary, searching eyes,
She wonders why cruelty survives.
For kindness heals where harshness breaks,
A gentle gift this world forsakes.
How much pain can one heart bear,
Before it turns cold, before it won’t care?
She clings to warmth, though shadows creep,
A lonely light she fights to keep.
Now years later, heart full of demise,
She hopes to see that soft will thrive.
“If I stay kind,” she whispers true,
“Then somewhere, others must be too.”
There's too many people on this earth,
To think everyone only throws dirt.
I have to be, the statistic that blooms,
to keep singing outside hearts tombs.
