Life can be so draining,
even more so when my heart is full of love.
When the only sunglasses I own
are tinted with rose, even
the hardest of hearts
somehow look soft.
But just because
my vision is x-ray,
peering deep within,
does not mean that I am
destined to examine
every broken soul.
When the world looks beautiful
so do its inhabitants
leaving me no choice
but to give and give.
Though it brings great exhaustion,
great joy indeed follows.
How can I explain this
to those who love me,
but do not understand?
I will work hard to be
more careful with
my energy,
but I cannot change
what is inside of me.
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