Kindness Seems Misunderstood

I searched my heart for hidden faults. turning every word over in my mind. If I have wounded someone, I would rather mend the wound than defend myself. Yet I stand in the silence, confused. wondering what I did that I cannot see. I never meant for kindness to become a burden. or for simple words to be received as stones. What hurts the most is not being corrected. but feeling condemned without understanding why. So today, I choose silence not because I have nothing to say, but because my heart is too heavy to speak above its own sorrow. If I was wrong, may I have the humility to change. If I was misunderstood, may I have the grace to endure. For sometimes the deepest ache is not hatred or anger, but watching a heart that meant well be mistaken for one that meant harm.