
Lately life has been heavy to bear
There's a dank sense of sadness permeating the air
There's a faraway look in my eyes when I stare
Because I wish that I could be miles from here
Geographically, I'm near to the ones I hold dear
Mentally I'm grief striken, full of despair
I'm losing the voices that help me steer clear
Of the dangers ahead even as they appear
I can't trust myself to love without fear
Of being taken advantage of
My visions impaired
My heart is divided, my sensibility slighted
And even though I've denied it
My eyes have constantly cried it
Metaphorical deaths as everyone changes
Literal loss as my life rearranges
The footholds I've had have been ripped from beneath
I struggle to climb, far off seems the peak
I can't seem to draw all of the breath I may need
Angst robs me of words that I wish to speak
But I swallow all of that, at least usually
So you claim to be blind to my pain when I'm bleeding
You cover my wounds so that you keep receiving
My energy, time, empathy - it's convenient
To you, at least when you have the right to pick or choose
The parts of me that most fuse with your current views
As terms go, I'm a good Christian, woman, and friend,
But I'm a whole person without any of them
I've taken up fighting my loved ones' demons
Then termed the villain in favorable seasons
I have poured into others who've left me depleted
Been abandoned when I needed my cries to be heeded
I've bent so far I am in danger of breaking
The voices in my head, so damn irritating
I give even when my reservoir is low
I keep my mouth shut so that no one will know
But the expectations - they never stop rising
And so I suck it up and keep on reprising
The role of someone who shows up when it's time
To be a good soldier, to make sure others are thriving
I am tired. I am hurting. I am constantly flirting
With the bounds of my sanity being ripped entirely from me
But who am I to give in when giving up is considered a sin?
I get up each day and pray I can make it
And even if I can't, I've learned how to fake it
How was your day? How are you feeling?
Oscar worthy performance
But inside I am reeling
Even as you ask about me, I sense you tune out
Then claim to know what my character's all about
Please! Stop pretending my worth isn't weighed
By if I answered a call or through abuse stayed
By your side to provide distraction from what you're most afraid
And to carry your burdens, slights, and everything else to my grave
Creation or evolution? Which way was I made?
Born to bear life's indignities with a smile,
Intelligence, and completely devoid of guile?
Evolved into a beast recognizing her own needs
Who stands on her own, enforces boundaries
So I wipe the tears away, push down the pain
Compartmentalize the demons I've slain
Paint my face up to hide superficial flaws
Pack emotional wounds with silence like gauze
Learning to lead with head and not heart
Won't let others' toxicity tear me apart
I'm strong and capable and the world will soon see
That God is my best friend and He don't play about me
About the Creator
Syncere
Syncere (noun) An author/poet & barely tolerable human being. Masterful trickster of family & friends, as they actually support her. In another life, could've been a failed comedienne. In the grand scheme of the multiverse, she already is.




Comments (1)
Yasssss! Amen! What a powerful ending! Just keep leaning on Him. And keep pouring into yourself. There is a time to focus on yourself and their is a time to focus on others. We are not made to be God for others. Sis stop doing His job and focus on your assignment.