I know you're not perfect. But you, trying to do best, makes me believe you deserve all the chance and space to do what you have to do to put a smile on someone..
I saw you in so many spaces trying to mend hearts, building torn souls, wearing bigger shoes trying to understand the agony they're going through..

I saw how you'd go out of your way being a shoulder to lean on, eyes that looked but never judged, hand that held but never let go, a voice that spoke words of healing even when situations were forcing you to judge and criticize, I was there to witness your tears when you thought of what they're going through, battling with the fear of being a failure to console them, when all you tried was to understand and built a home of comfort for them...

I don't know if you still have a heart to hold and protect theirs, being a poet now, for you, means crying over situations you don't understand, yet! Having courage to write even if it breaks that little spirit left in you...
Allowing yourself to dwell deep in depression hoping it will save someone out there and take them out of their misery..
Just standing there, losing yourself in these papers praying that she read your poem so to not lose herself too...

Having to understand that you're not just a poet but a voice to the voiceless,
A smile to the crying souls,
A piece to mend broken hearts,
A body to protect victims..
You are a poet because you are their voice