Where I come from - food looks perfect but always tastes watery.
Here, cucumber and tomatoes have mineral arteries.

Nomadic crypto bros enjoy fruity conversations.
French girls showing me apps that map constellations.

It's funny how new connections still leave me in solitude.
Even when the reasons for leaving home seem to collude.

All we see and feel is ultimately our own.
Promising futures in our countries have sadly flown.

Most seem to be fleeing, rather than becoming.
I've never been religious - but this must be my second coming.

I enjoy the relief of not weighing anyone's opinion.
Living fully, no longer my ego's minion.

First nights spent silently at a jazz festival.
Instead of hiding and crying - behind my self-built wall.

I've been afraid of writing without a broken soul as the source.
I hope you find your strength - you too, could do it of course.

No need to be like me, leaving everything behind.
Maybe just for once, to yourself, simply be kind.

I wish I could share this feeling of love.
Believe me when I say: your life can in fact fit like a glove.

I know that I'm healing because you tried to lash out and project your pain onto me, trying to imprint your grief on my very being.
You sought to leave a scar, a remnant of your misery to stem your own emotional bleeding.
Though I am not a vessel you may fill with your sorrows and misfortunes.
I refuse to be a pawn in your narcissistic battle ground.
In response to your toxicity, I chose kindness, for the truth is, I feel pity for you.
I empathize with any soul that thrives on their self-inflicted agony and feels the need to inflict pain upon others due to their own suffering.
I thank God that, while I am not perfect, I am kind.
I have not allowed those with ugly souls to pollute my spirit.
I will not don their hatred or their labels.
I refuse to become like them, entrenched in their own despair.
My soul reaches for the light and I will keep finding it, because I will keep seeking it.
I hope that one day you can do the same, and I send you away with peace.
I will not participate in the battle you choose to fight with yourself.
I do hope that one day you emerge victorious in the war.

-Rhia Clay

The small act of kindness is rewarded.
And you are always accorded.
God will recognise you for sure.
Yes, you belong to Christ, so pure.
With blessings you are awarded.

Giving water doesn't go unrecorded.
Cup of water you give will reassure.
By serving others you can ensure.
Act of Kindness

With strange thoughts, don't be diverted. Harmonise and be concorded
For plant growth, how do we use manure?
The same way, why don't I endure?
Let me try to be big-hearted.
Act of Kindness