Whispers of the Soul

First Responder

Unseen Heroes

In the silence between sirens, where shadows lie deep,
Are stories untold, where the heartache can seep.
The moments unrecognized, the burdens they bear,
The unseen heroes who show up and care.

They rise with the dawn, don their uniforms tight,
Stepping into the chaos, ready to fight.
But not all battles are fought in the light,
For many go unseen, hidden from sight.

With hands that have trembled, yet remain steady still,
They face the unknown with unyielding will.
In the eyes of the lost, they offer their calm,
A balm for the wounded, a soothing, soft psalm.

Each call that they answer, each life they embrace,
Leaves echoes of sorrow, of fear, and of grace.
The laughter of children, the tears of a friend,
In these fragile moments, they carry the blend.

For who hears the stories of those left behind?
The echoes of trauma that linger in mind.
The nights filled with shadows, the dreams that won't stay,
The weight of the silence that haunts them each day.

Yet still they show up, with their hearts on their sleeves,
Finding strength in the small things, in hopes and beliefs.
A smile for a stranger, a touch to console,
In the depth of their giving, they nourish the soul.

So here's to the heroes, the quiet, the bold,
The unseen warriors, whose stories unfold.
In every small gesture, in the pain that they mend,
Lies the heart of a hero, a love without end.

In a world that forgets the toll that they pay,
They stand in the shadows, yet bright as the day.
For though they may not wear a crown or a cape,
Their bravery lives on, in the lives that they shape.