nandini00
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We walk the world with quiet fears we rarely dare to name,
Yet often see those hidden doubts reflected back as blame.
For when another shines with ease, our fragile hearts may feel
A whisper saying we are less, from wounds not yet made real.
So some will try to dim the light they see in someone near,
A cutting word, a subtle doubt to calm their private fear -
If every star around them falls a little from the sky,
Their trembling sense of worth no longer feels so small or shy.
Yet others bear that same deep doubt and choose another way,
They pour themselves in helping hands throughout each passing day.
They sacrifice their strength and time to lift another’s fall,
Still thinking love is something they must earn by giving all.
Two different roads from one small seed that lives in every heart,
The silent question asking us how we will play our part.
Will we attempt to shrink the world to ease the fear we know,
Or bend beneath its weight believing we must serve to grow?
But something shifts the moment we begin to truly see
That every wound we recognise belongs to history.
For once awareness lights the mind like dawn across the sea,
The urge to strike or disappear gives way to clarity.
Then slowly we release the need to answer every shove,
And learn that strength is simply choosing how to answer love.
For when we pause before we speak and let compassion start,
We stop reacting to the pain - we act straight from our heart.
Yet often see those hidden doubts reflected back as blame.
For when another shines with ease, our fragile hearts may feel
A whisper saying we are less, from wounds not yet made real.
So some will try to dim the light they see in someone near,
A cutting word, a subtle doubt to calm their private fear -
If every star around them falls a little from the sky,
Their trembling sense of worth no longer feels so small or shy.
Yet others bear that same deep doubt and choose another way,
They pour themselves in helping hands throughout each passing day.
They sacrifice their strength and time to lift another’s fall,
Still thinking love is something they must earn by giving all.
Two different roads from one small seed that lives in every heart,
The silent question asking us how we will play our part.
Will we attempt to shrink the world to ease the fear we know,
Or bend beneath its weight believing we must serve to grow?
But something shifts the moment we begin to truly see
That every wound we recognise belongs to history.
For once awareness lights the mind like dawn across the sea,
The urge to strike or disappear gives way to clarity.
Then slowly we release the need to answer every shove,
And learn that strength is simply choosing how to answer love.
For when we pause before we speak and let compassion start,
We stop reacting to the pain - we act straight from our heart.