Judge Not... Poem by Savva Emanon

In shadows cast by time's relentless hand,
Where whispers of the past and future blend,
I tread a path few hearts can understand,
In solitude, where weary spirits mend.

Each step I take, a story yet untold,
Of battles waged in silence, wounds unseen,
In trials where the bravest souls unfold,
And dreams are tempered in the fiery sheen.

The weight of sorrow drapes my shoulders low,
A burden borne in darkness and in light,
Through storms that only fragile hearts can know,
And endless nights that blend with morning's fight.

Unless you've lived the life my soul has worn,
Or walked the path where unseen tears have bled,
Felt every scar, each moment sharply torn,
And witnessed what these weary eyes have read,

Judge not, for empathy demands a grace,
A gentle touch, a whisper of the kind,
To honour journeys carved in time and space,
And see the truth that lies in every mind.

For every soul's a vessel, deep and vast,
An ocean filled with joys and sorrows keen,
So tread with care, let judgments be the past,
And honour lives in all the shades between.