Kindhearted
I can be kind because I have suffered.
A heart with no hurts is a spoiled thing.
It beats away ignorant of injury.
My heart has been through the wars.
Life is precious and far too short
to repeat mistakes I have witnessed.
I can be kind when I see others suffer.
Knowing their pain, I envelope them.
10/11/2016
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2016
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