Years It Has Taken

After carrying a weight, That may be yours and others too. To leave those believing, There was an ease of it to do. And without a relief that comes. Or have it realized from day one. Yet... As time goes by, That something done to do for others... Only becomes acknowledged... Eventually to appreciate and not criticize, When the ones begin to carry... Their own weight as a choice to make. Without seeking excuses made. And without those kept beliefs, That surprisingly leaves them quickly... To know it and accept, Efforts made to endeavor... With steps alone to do, Is not as easy when done... When no one else is there or comes, To neither offer support shown to make known. Or insist upon giving assistance, Even if the doing of it benefits others. 'I had no idea, My weight to carry... Would have so many followers.' ~And how many of those followers, Believe they should receive... Benefits from your endeavors? ~ 'They wouldn't do that. They've come to show support for my efforts.' ~Oh? And where were they, When your efforts were first made? ~ 'I don't understand what you are saying.' ~You will. Your sacrifice, devotion and sweat, Will never be a memory of theirs to regret. And... With a praying to yourself for forgiveness, From what you will hear... Coming out of the mouths of the ones you believe, Support you unconditionally. To leave you with thoughts that will bring you to tears. And not one drip to drop will have you jumping for joy.~ 'I know these people. Why are you so negative? ' ~Experience. And the years it has taken to straighten my back.~