Heavy Hearts

In a corner booth, voices tremble,

a woman cries, her heart heavy with mercy,

every word a weight in the air,

a flicker of candlelight dances,

shadows deepen on the wall,

revealing truths left unspoken.

How hard is it to give, to open,

when the soul carries scars,

when kindness feels like a forgotten art,

draped in the silk of daily struggle?

I watch, caught in the stillness,

her plea for compassion,

and I question my own hands,

how often they clasp tight,

how seldom they reach out.

What if mercy was the thread

that could bind us all together?