Kindness Poem by Vanessa Dizon Alvarez

They've walked through fire, they've felt the cold,
Been left behind, been undersold.
But still they give, they still extend
A hand, a heart, a piece to mend.

They know the ache that silence brings,
The weight of broken, missing things.
So when they see another fall,
They rise to answer mercy's call.


Kindness born from deepest pain,
Like flowers blooming in the rain.
Not whole, not healed, but still they shine—
A love that's shaped by sorrow's line.
They give because they understand
What it means to need a hand.

They've stitched their soul with threads of grace,
And wear their scars like soft embrace.
Not bitter, no—they choose to be
The light they wished the world would see.

So if you find one standing near
With gentle eyes and quiet cheer,
Know their kindness isn't free—
It's paid in full by history.