The Ones Who Just Sit With You

No need to dance or play the part,

Some homes exist inside the heart.

No polished lines or perfect face,

Just raw, unfinished, quiet grace.

They sit beside the unseen pain,

Unchanged by scars, unmoved by gain.

A presence firm, a soul aligned,

Who never asks for you refined.

Even when chaos takes the wheel,

They see the worth you try to seal.

No fixing hands, no judgment glare,

Just silent proof that they are there.

That kind of love is forged, not found,

Where truth is met without a sound.

And in their stillness, something glows,

The safety that the soul still knows.