In a world where shadows softly tread,
Lies a soul, heavy with tears unshed.
Amidst their own sorrow, they faithfully stand,
Extending compassion with an empathetic hand.

Unwanted, their help may often be,
Yet they persist, through pain they see.
In the depths of despair, they choose to stay,
Shouldering burdens in a somber display.

Themes of sadness intertwine and weave,
In their presence, hearts find reprieve.
A melancholic melody they softly play,
Embracing the wounded, come what may.

Their silent strength, a profound embrace,
In sorrow's depths, they find their place.
A reminder that even in the darkest hour,
Compassion holds a healing power.

So let us honor this somber soul's grace,
Their willingness to navigate sorrow's maze.
In their empathy, a bittersweet art,
A beacon of light in the depths of the heart.