In a garden where shadows softly dwell,
I met a soul, a burdened heart to quell.
With whispers sweet, I offered my hand,
Believing I'd mend him, his fractures withstand.
I painted the dawn with colors ablaze,
Promised him solace through turbulent days.
In my altruism, I crafted a guide,
But in truth, my own self I sought to abide.
His laughter danced like the sun's gentle rays,
Yet the mirror reflected my ego's cruel plays.
For beneath the façade of a savior's embrace,
I found my own healing, my fractured grace.
Each word I bestowed, a salve to my woes,
As I sought to uplift, my own spirit grows.
In his eyes, I glimpsed my own hidden plight,
A tapestry woven of darkness and light.
Did I help him rise, or elevate me?
In the dance of our hearts, who truly was free?
The lines blurred like twilight, where honesty fades,
And the truth of connection in silences wades.
So, I nurtured his dreams, unaware of the tide—
The love I projected came back as my guide.
In the act of my giving, I learned to receive,
In healing another, in turn I believe.
Thus, dear traveler, in kindness we roam,
In reaching for others, we sometimes find home.
For while I lent hands, and thought him my quest,
It's the heart that is mended that knows itself best.
