13/04/2025
At times, I'm blamed for what I’ve not done,
Judged in silence by more than one.
Misunderstood, yet standing still,
Carrying grace against the will.
They may not ask, they may not see,
The quiet truths that dwell in me.
But in the hush when I’m not there,
They’ll feel the space I used to share.
The care I gave, the weight I bore,
The quiet efforts, and so much more—
Perhaps then, in a gentler light,
They’ll come to know I tried to do right. 🙂🌱