When you are loved for being kind
Will you still be loved if I/ you are not?
Were you kind because of the generosity
That comes with having plenty.
When life throws its curve balls
Would you still be kind if surrounded by lack?
Would you turn mean and meek
In face of fire?
Or run for life?
When what you are is at stake?
When the very identity is questioned?
Who can be generous in any which way
Who can be loving and kind
In the face of adversity
In the wake of pain
In the depths of despair.
Never ever let go, if you ever find one.