A Quiet Cry

A heart grown weary in silent rain, No roof to shelter, no meal to gain. No gentle voice, no hand to hold— Just aching silence, damp and cold. I left behind what broke my soul, A job that crushed what once was whole. Now I drift with nowhere near, And all I know is ache and fear. I do not seek to shame my name, Nor beg with pride consumed by flame. I only ask—if one heart sees— A little help to bring me peace. Not for always, just for now, Until I rise again somehow. A small kind gift to help me leave This room of silence where I grieve. I ask with trembling, not with blame, And pray no one will cast me shame. Just light enough to cross this night— And walk once more toward morning's light. If you can’t give, a prayer will do— That mercy finds its way back through. May God still move through hearts unknown, And guide the lost ones safely home.