I saw him today, his eyes spoke volumes,
A silent plea, a storm behind the calm.
Everyone expects, no one perceives,
The battles he fights, the weight he heaves.
His gaze met mine, a mirror of pain,
A soul crying out in silent refrain.
I longed to reach out, to hold him tight,
To whisper, "You're not alone in this fight."
But words escaped, trapped in my chest,
So I turned to prayer, seeking the best.
"Ya Allah," I pleaded, "hear his silent cries,
Grant him strength, let hope arise."
He's toiled for years, in devotion and strife,
Yet blessings seem distant in his life.
"Please," I begged, "ease his load,
Let him feel the light, lessen his road."
Though I couldn't voice my care aloud,
My heart screamed prayers, strong and proud.
For in silent supplication, I found a way,
To support him through each weary day.
About the Creator
Ellie
I write the whispers of the soul—silent battles, untold dreams, and echoes of resilience. Let my words speak what hearts often leave unspoken. If you seek words that echo your heart, welcome to my world.
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