A Gentle Soul

We do not know how far someone may have fallen to end up where they are at. We also do not know how far someone may have come up from where they were. How hard the journey was and still is. Some feel more than others. Some do not feel at all and never will understand those that walk and survive this life with unprotected hearts. Try as they may to shield themselves, pain of judgement and scorn by others finds them. Another layer of scab applies itself to cover wounds gleefully made to feel superior. Borne without complaint to be added to the many, many scars already evident upon a gentle soul.