Xenia Snyder-Collison
@xeniasnydercollison751687
1 year ago
HURT
In the shadows I stay, a calm soul,
A reserved woman, with a heart aglow, Minding my own business, weaving my way,
Through a world that oft exploits, causing dismay.
A kind-hearted soul, extending my hand, To those in need, in this vast land,
With an open heart, my love I bestow, Hoping for benevolence, in return to grow.
But oh, my trust is met with disbelief, For individuals take advantage, causing grief,
Exploiting my nature, my compassionate core,
Leaving me injured, feeling sore.
I offer my help, my unrestricted care,
Yet reciprocity seems a notion rare,
The world takes from me, advertising nothing in return,
Leaving my soul tarnished, my heart to burn.
I'm debilitated of this cycle, this agonizing dance,
Where I grant my all, but it's met with askance,
I long for reasonableness, for corresponding grace,
To discover comfort in a world that's misplaced its embrace.
For I am a woman with a delicate soul, Who's developed fatigue from this consistent toll,
My benevolence remains, but my soul finds strength,
To secure myself, restore, and go to any length.
No longer quiet, I'll declare my worth, Boundaries shall be set, for my own rebirth,
I'll cherish my goodness, whereas guarding it well,
And discover the strength to bid exploitation farewell.
For I deserve better, and I'll not abide,
By those who take advantage, in narrow minded stride,
With strength as my shield, I'll rise above,
Embracing my worth, recovering self-love.
So here I stand, injured but strong,
A tender heart, strong against the wrong, No longer a casualty, but a warrior you'll see,
Defending my kindness, recovering my glee.
For this hurt may linger, but I'll recuperate in time,
With elegance as my guide, I'll not pine,
An empowered woman, with lessons learned,
I'll explore this world, with strength returned.
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