Once upon a time I became
a house for people.
I provided all living essentials.
I took on people's burdens,
demons and pain.
Without realising,
I plucked my own
flowers out of
the ground.
I watered peoples plants,
the dead ones I replaced
with my own.
I shared everything and
let the light dim out in
my house.
The life stripped away
from my garden.
Subconsciously I let
the weight of people's
problems weigh over
my shoulders.
The funny thing was I
never realised I grew
problems of my own.
All that was left in my
garden was a bunch of
thorns.
Shadows loomed over the
house.
It took me to lose my energy,
and light to realise I did not
have to be everyone's
sanctuary.
I could say no.
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Stardust Veins✨
PoetryThis is mixture of scramblings, disclosed thoughts and feelings. A glimpse into past situations and experiences that have not been brought to light. Some inspirational advice I would have given to my younger self, that I would like to share with oth...
