A tapestry of threads unseen, Each…

A tapestry of threads unseen,
Each life a color, sharp and keen.
But some threads fray, and colors dim,
Lost in the shadows, on a whim.
The silent scream, the hidden ache,
A world that seems to bend and break.
But listen close, beyond the din,
A whisper calls from deep within.
It speaks of kinship, a primal need,
To plant a hopeful, common seed.
To mend the tears, to share the load,
To walk together on the road.
For even strongest spirits fall,
And need a hand to answer call.