More of me.
My time, my generosity, my patience, my understanding, me.
They want more.
Then, they want it all.
More and more and more until there’s nothing left of me to give.
Like the Giving Tree, I start out as my whole self, beautiful and strong.
I fade over the years, each “more” pulls me more away from me.
But, I’ll always give you more.
You need it.
My light is bright.
You want and ask and beg for more so you can shine too.
How come the more you ask, the worse you become?
How come I fade, but you fade too, into deeper darkness than when you started?
My light doesn’t work for them.
I can’t make them happy.
I try and fade to almost nothing to brighten them up.
I won’t do that any more.
I promise me to keep my light for me.
I’ll know when it’s right because it won’t feel like I’m giving me away.
It will feel like I’m choosing to share me with someone who already has roots and is standing on their own.