Considering the certainty they acquire in me,
As aspiring to enlighten them,
My presence seems to ease their hearts, minds and souls
From (all or some) provocations ahead.
For I judge not, but withdraw inspiration.
For I embrace to leave a mark on their spirits and remembrance of positivity and hope.
I don’t regret any of what I compromised to instil a smile on a sad face,
But only wonder why at times, or most of the time, I fail to return the favour to me…
Why can’t those whom consider me, worry about my wellbeing or feelings?
I assume the answer to that question could be,
They are not me and also they are not destined for the same purpose or gift as mine.