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I've always showered 
care on ungrateful trees, 
the ones that bloomed 
and the ones that withered. 
I watered them anyway. 
In this chaotic world, 
compassion is made slavery, 
chained with entitlement 
and false lovebites, 
yet my tender heart 
endures through the raid 
and self-inflicted questions 
of why I have to succumb
to an endless tide. 

Sometimes in regret of why 
goodness chose me as its heir, 
I flip out, leaving the throne empty. 
Though I wage wars not to be 
kind anymore, I find myself retreating. 
In the end, it is nature's course for me. 

But should I drown in empathy 
that l lose my mind? My use or
willingness to set boundaries 
and say No when the shoes 
don't fit my legs? For I have 
been in the watch house
without looking. It took me 
courage and self-awareness
to glare beyond the boiling surface. 

I washed my eyes in 
discernment and worth, 
to dive past the silent suck. 
I befriended clarity and in her depth, 
I learnt to work with both minds. 
For kindness doesn't exist to
drain me but help me find my path. 

So I dished portions of bitter
sour soups to users and 
drummers without rhythm, 
Just to test their intent
and they smiled at its 
sweetness. 

They would forge a life in 
death just to drain the 
remaining water in my 
well. I let them go in 
thirst because there's barely
a drop left for me and my heart 
has now tested the rough edges 
of the valleys and the shape 
of my eyes have been born anew. 
So conscious, it wouldn't flinch 
if dust was thrown in it. 

And the lovers that used to ride 
on my patchless boat, they have 
now drowned, since the engines only 
worked in the purity of their needs.
It is not I that led them to 
destruction, It is their greed. 

I offered them bandages still, 
I showed them the path, 
I directed them through the journey, 
I didn't go with them else they would 
make me lose my way and distract 
me from the gold mine in front.

My peace has never been this full. 
Full of happiness and Bluebells. 
I am a Watchman that sees 
through the dark forest and 
I shall live a long life setting 
those standards.

Still an heir to the throne
now I sit with an eagle eye.
My soul in good deeds 
will never be used again.
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