The Jinx of Tranquility

The virtue of serenity is a blessing that curses its user.
To radiate calmness that can mend the heartstrings of others,
Costs the serene to grow more and more frail with each patient.

If a singular map was crafted to the destination of each sentient's halcyon era,
Each soul's map would have its own distinct route from growth to maturity.
Would the serene be graced with the map to the world's servitude?
Or would that one be jinxed with the weight of the world's calamity.

With every whisper of sweet nothings that lead the troubled to peace,
Leads the peacekeepers further astray from their path to tranquility.
As if tearing a piece of the map was the only way to lead the misguided.

The gift of composure's contagion brings the most powerful potential.
It seeps through the roots placed into the ground and spreads free.
With each reach into a person's heart, a trauma is relieved.
And with each relief leaves a wrinkle not only in time and space but on the serene.

But who serenades the serene when they're plagued by their affinity for empathy?

To feel what others feel so deeply, you're willing to fracture parts of yourself.
To be pulled apart from each end as if all you ever were, was an intricate web holding others together.
To pull other sentients together so tightly you forget to hold yourself.

A gravity so strong that celestials are naturally drawn to the orbit that is your mind.
So every incursion is not only felt by each individual but by every serene as well.
With emotions so powerful, they transcend words and bless nightmares into dreams.
Only to hex themselves with endless nights of torment for the peace of verses.

Because with every unravel of your being and your map, leads to the spark of more.
Since every strained breath that blows winter's wrath into summer's sedation,
Further pushes the narrative of the priority of majority over the afflictions of one.

As if every word spoken soothes the storm that poisons the minds of the fragmented.
When thunder vibrates so loudly that your touch is the only thing to ground them.
When lightning flashes so brightly that only your voice can allow them to see.
When it rains so heavily that just your ears could absorb the reason for their tears.

But it is only a matter of time until the serene have unraveled themselves out of existence.