A kind heart is quiet.
It doesn’t beg to be seen.

It shows up in small ways
in the way you listen,
in the way you stay
when it would be easier to leave.

It feels things deeply,
sometimes too deeply.
It carries pain
it didn’t create.
A kind heart forgives
even when it still aches.
It gives, even when it’s tired.

Not because it’s weak
but because it refuses
to become something cold.
And most days,
no one claps for it.
No one notices.

But somewhere,
in someone’s quiet moment,
it made the world softer.

Charcoal and crayon on paper
8 x 11 inch

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