The Giver’s tale

Who will see the pains of the heart

That only knows to give

And waits for no sign of response

Hurt and shattered a million times

But never gave up giving it all

She works to earn the love

She was taught to work for it

For it was never given if she was ever “bad”

she got more than she deserved, she tells herself

She held her opinions,

Her preferences,

Her feelings,

And makes herself invisible

Fearing people run away...

She cherished in their happiness,

Noted all the little things they like

And spent the late nights stringing them together,

She remembered their birthdays

Always the first to make a call

With a handwritten letter wrapped in a ribbon

She would hide a sad tear,

When anyone would call her generous

And brush it away listing her blessings

For they would listen with a sad nod

She gave her heart wrapped in her tiny arms

To all those people she put

On a pedestal higher than the skies

And when they let it slip by

Without the slightest hint of remorse

Only for it to trampled by

And shattered into a million pieces

She saw her tear stained eyes in each of them

Glistening in the purity of her soul

She bent over and collected them

And fixed them together as she always did

She held it closer to her chest

And her tear touched the newly mended heart

It stared pounding

As if by magic

She turned back at the world and smiled

I have mastered this art

I would keep giving for I am full

And the world

Will never be empty of the receivers