compassion
how can your world mean so much to me when my world doesn’t mean anything to me?
i give &
give &
give
until there is nothing left of me
look here. at me begging
on my knees
for you not to leave me
i care so deeply for your feelings
yet so little for my own
i am willing to burry myself
for your comfort
make myself smaller
until i am dust
particles
you breathe me in
and i kiss your lungs
being thankful i have landed somewhere
safe
until you exhale me out
once more
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During trying times, it is my experience that providing compassion to others is primary, being self-compassionate happens later if at all. The speaker deserves compassion as much as any other being in the universe. This affecting poem is personally relatable as one who is constantly at risk of giving “until there is nothing left of me.” We are all susceptible to such actions. “Compassion” is a vital, strong work from a poet to be admired. Thank you for sharing. Be well