ELEUTHEROMANIA
There is a cost for each gift we give to others,
Saving them from trouble, it takes away our own gift,
It feels terrible, a punishment,
When we feel each time we help others,
We aren’t helping ourselves, our act of kindness is returned,
With unkindness,
I want to get to that stage, where I’m beyond obligation,
To guilt, to chains invisible in my mind, in this world I’m passing through,
So I can help others with no guilt in my mind,
And defeat the demons in their own.
✾themeekarestillhere✾
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