Sometimes we give not because we expect the same in return, but because it is simply who we are. We keep giving though it sting a bit sometimes because it is who we are and it's alright to feel the pain because, our nature will heal it as time passes by.
The unbalanced scale
I pour my heart into the unknown,
With hands wide open,
Nothing held apart.
My time,
My care,
The quiet words I speak,
Rooted in truth,
Not hoping just to seek.
I give until the edges start to fray,
A steady stream that does not turn away,
But when I look to see what comes to me,
It feels like mist,
Not what I hoped to see.
It stings a little,
To feel the gap,
The love I give,
Not mirrored back in fact.
Yet still I give,
Not for the debt or gain,
But because giving is where my heart remains.
Though unreturned,
It never was in vain,
Sincere is what it was,
And forever will it remain.
We often hear that love and care should be equal but, life rarely works that way. There are moments when you give all your energy, kindness, and attention, only to feel like you’re standing alone. It is hurtful indeed but, there is a quiet strength in giving sincerely, even when the scale feels unbalanced. Giving from the heart is never truly wasted. It says more about who you are than what you receive. It give you more compare to things that the world can give.
