BEING

They walk among us, shadows in the crowd, Lonely souls, their hearts heavy and bowed. A silent yearning, a longing untold, For connection, for warmth, for a story to unfold. They smile politely, a mask they wear, Hiding the emptiness, the ache, the despair. They watch from the sidelines, a silent observer, Yearning for a hand to reach, a heart to discover. Their laughter is hollow, their words are few, A wall they've built, to keep others at bay, it's true. They fear rejection, the sting of a goodbye, So they retreat into silence, with a tear in their eye. But beneath the surface, a spirit still burns, A longing for love, a soul that yearns. For a glimpse of kindness, a moment of grace, To feel the warmth of a smile, in this lonely space. So let's reach out, with open hearts and minds, To those who are lonely, the ones we often find. Let's offer a hand, a listening ear, And show them the beauty of connection, so clear. For in the depths of their loneliness, they hold a treasure, A story waiting to be told, a love to measure. Let's be the bridge, the light in the night, And help them find their way, back to the light.