I saw a weary woman the other day sandals on as she hobbled along Her shoes scraped the rough asphalt, as she thought about where she had went wrong Even her thank you for letting her cross half-raised and full of pain, face cringing at the next step. I continued on heading to train, but my mind remained on the emotions I'd met It was a gift of perspective, a lesson of some kind It happens always, when you least expect it For me it was a chance to find gratitude a gentle reminder to breathe and reflect There is much hardship in this world the weight of which you need kinship to hold A hug, an ear, a gift or some soft words small actions that say “I see you” Empathy that breaks the pattern, picks them out of the herds a special skill, one to be honed like a color mixed to a hue An artist you are in the painting of reality Sweeping that way and then the other Pulling from your palette is the key a little love, some peace, and then sometimes further Share your hunger and stories too Because in the end what makes a difference is this They are you and you are them so reach out a limb and be true
