I thought I could fix what was broken.
Be a hand to mend cracks and seams,
But in my search for healing
I lost myself within the dreams.
You came to me with fragile trust,
A tender, quiet plea.
I tried to soothe the storm inside,
But ended up losing me.
I held you close, I gave you space;
A balance I could never find.
You asked for help to heal your heart,
And I left pieces of mine behind.
In trying to save what once was whole,
I learned healing exhausts a heavy toll.
Now here I stand, with love turned blind,
The one who tried,
Yet lost her mind.
This poem heavily resonates with me and many experiences of others, It is very much raw and you can capture feeling the burden of trying to heal someone and slowly erasing yourself in the process, having the slow realization of hopelessness that your love was not enough to heal them. The exhaustion of having to lose yourself in the process is palpable. It does not just weigh down the body but weighs down the soul. It slowly takes out piece by piece of everything you give, the time you give, the peace you give, your hopes, and most of all your heart. Only to see it leave along with the pieces of yourself that you sacrificed along the way. It is a painful way that shows us that even the love that we give can be not enough. Which ends to you losing the parts that made us complete. Very well written and shoots deep in the heart.