Everyday I carve out pieces of me
A part for you there, A piece for him here
Endless rivers of blood sweat and tears laid down at the feet of people who will never truly appreciate it.
The word sacrifice is carved into my bones.
Do you even realize how much you’re asking of me?
I twist and contort
Adapting my body into whatever you need it to be in the moment, by the moment.
Shaping my life and my time line to suit your wants
I shave off the parts of me that are unpleasing to you
In an attempt to make you love me more
And yet here we stand, my palms open and waiting
Willing my energy into creating the words that fall from your mouth
Desperately grasping at dreams that just won’t come true
Spilling my being into a garden that only grows thorns.
My hands are black and bloodied from working the soil
My back broken from the weight of the work
Still I pull the plow forward
I pour the water out
I tend the crops that grow in between the weeds
It’s never enough for you
I lay here bleeding, pouring my life into the ground on which you tread
Until there is nothing left
A piece of me