Kindness in thrashing ways

                It saddens me to the depth of cored cells
that some truly are kind to ones who are backstabbing.
How then that they are not so to those who care.

                Generosity is a curious tale. Indeed the
welcome to some and yet the flattening of others.
Such displays are careful but for those who observe
so much is played on the field.

               Stepping back. So many try so hard. I
rather be silent in my defense. So gathering myself
I take a walk. One that allows tears to flow, one
that accepts my words. Ah how calming it can be.

              So clear the mind is after. Not caring too
much about any one person. Becoming my statue
of rock. Standing tall even when the storm
beckons me to bow.

              Alas the the thought that this pinpoints
any one person, no. We all do it. Love your enemies,
yet push back those you love ~ because they know
you love them. Ah the slightest assumption.

             Please dare not to assume. The loss can
be a world of a difference. Yet, still, it happens.
Too many things, too many chores often make us
forget those help holding us up.

             Yes what of them? Did you show them, every
week, they are loved? Ever just do a spontaneous
thing for them, out of compassion?

             A moment of thoughts clatter inside your mind.
Ringing bells of the well played positions yet not once
in the midst was there a shock of thanks.

           Honesty of the sincerest level, depth of you.
Something to ponder next time you step out, to
recall those who pushed you to get up, yes? Those
who helped you to see that you are someone.

           Yes love those persecuting you but love those
who are behind your steps. Often times it is easier to
be kind to those who rage at you, but others that
observe and smile what do they receive?

          Just a name. One. Kindness in not giving
it to others. Ah. Tears they fall. Indeed. Need not
wonder if you know. Thoughts that drip.

         Careful. I smile just watching. Cautious
of who listens. Perhaps you, perhaps millions.
Dare I be curious in requesting anything.

         Indeed a complex piece. Need to know more,
just inquire. I will be behind your day.