Ocean of Thoughts

May you be the person of familiarity
That people from childhood always return to
There are but a few
But always worth the keep

You gave them half of what you had
When you didn’t have much

You were the one to talk to them
When everyone just shunned them down

You were the one to say hi
And offered them a seat on your table
Regardless of what you heard about them

You were the quiet one
Amongst the whispers of judgment

And by that, they found peace in your silence
A safe space in your circle

Years may pass
Before one sees the other again
But they will always return to you
Because they remember the times when you were kind to them
When the rest of the world isn’t