My kindness is not a weakness.
It is a force.
An awakening.
A gravitational pull that’s breath-taking.
It may even feel suffocating.
For it is a genuineness that’s often unknown.
A care that can’t be cloned.
As you bear witness to my throne.
My kindness is never a weakness.
It is a seed.
It shall only be watered and tended.
And nurtured with intention.
My kindness blooms bright, no matter the dimension.
My kindness is not a weakness.
And I shall never see it as such.
It is the source of my compassion,
and it shall not be rationed.
My kindness is old-fashioned.
Like joy embraced by passion.
My kindness is a delicacy.
It’s a taste that’s unimaginable.
A respect that’s intangible.
A feeling that’s unfathomable.
My kindness is fire that burns hot.
So heed with caution,
for you might feel a burn.
A challenge.
A privilege of healing and balance.
My kindness is deserving.
Of reciprocation.
Appreciation.
And admiration.
My kindness is like no other.
For anyone to take or bestow.
My kindness is my own.
My kindness allows my soul to grow.
Written by the Sunflower Soul
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