Silent Guardians
written by: John Neff
Their souls, born from shadows, torn yet true,
Not because of weakness, but because we grew
From the soil of hardship, where tears freely fall,
We’re the ones who rise, even after it all.
Bruised by betrayal, by words meant to sting,
Shaped by the heartache that others would bring.
Played by false whispers that dripped like sweet wine,
We were used, sometimes broken, yet crafted to shine.
Kicked while we’re down, mocked in our pain,
Yet kindness reborn from the ashes remains.
Forgotten by many, left by the rest,
Our stories like whispers the world laid to rest.
And in that forgetting, we learned how to grow,
Roots wrapping down deep, where few ever go.
The scars on our spirit, now calloused yet fair,
Hold truths far deeper than the world could bear.
Their lies, loud as thunder, drowned cries in our chest,
Yet nature stood by us; she loved us the best.
The wind wove around us in a silken embrace,
And rain kissed our bruises with heaven’s own grace.
We are kind souls, forged in life’s ruthless fire,
Our wounds, marks of beauty, carved by desire.
Though forgotten, unthanked, we remain still,
Kindness our weapon, our curse, and our will.
Yet still, we rise, with resolve to defend
The fragile, the broken, to be more than a friend.
For we know the darkness that others may hide,
So we stand with the wounded, right there by their side.
Our kindness, resilient, an unyielding tide,
A force that no shadow can weaken or bide.
For each time we’re shattered, we gather anew,
Stronger in spirit, more steadfast and true.
We learned to find light in the dimmest of days,
To walk through the fire in unbreakable ways.
Though scarred and forgotten, we carry no spite,
We’re the quiet, unwavering guardians of light.
Our worth isn’t measured by what we may gain,
But by the courage to love through the strain.
Through whispers of cruelty, through hands that deceive,
We choose every day to forgive and believe.
In a world quick to harden, we remain soft,
A rare, quiet mercy that holds souls aloft.
For kindness, once given, spreads like wild flame,
Unfurling through shadows, relentless and tame.
Each act of compassion a small seed we sow,
An unbreakable testament, steady and slow.
Though oftentimes bruised, we rise from the dust,
In kindness, in purpose, in quiet, fierce trust.
So let them call kindness a weakness, a flaw,
Let them mock hearts that still live by love’s law.
For in the end, when all else fades away,
It’s the kind souls who’ll remain, steady and gray.
We’ll carry the broken, the weary, the lost,
Paying love’s toll, whatever the cost.
And though we may bend, we shall never break,
For in kindness, there’s power no hurt can forsake.
So here we endure, with strength concealed,
Silent guardians, our scars unrevealed.
- Silent Guardians - February 24, 2025
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