The Listener
In quiet corners, hearts unfold,
Whispers shared, both young and old.
A gentle nod, a steady gaze,
A soul that wanders through their maze.
No need for answers, no need for praise,
Just holding space in tender ways.
With each deep breath, a story told,
Of broken pieces, brave and bold.
Through tears and silence, laughs that spark,
You guide their ship, out of the dark.
Yet every word they softly weave,
Becomes a gift that you receive.
For listening is more than art,
It’s pouring love into each heart.
And though you’re tired, still you know,
You help them heal, you help them grow.
@Jenna *wipes tears* Wow. Just wow. How incredibly beautiful of a read this was. ♡ This was such a touching poem. So thankful for all the amazing, selfless listeners on this platform. ☆
This is so beautifully written,
your words have so much kindness in them.
Your poem is absolutely magical!
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