The Value Of My Time

I give so willingly, of myself That I might steer you to self assurance All the while searching for air To fill my deflated lungs... And left hungry for mere morsels of appreciation, Not to boost my ego But to at very least, Know, that you know... I care enough....for now... I sacrifice time and temper, Offering my shoulders that you may unburden YOUR load Unto MY already hunched back... Heavy, from the weight of what I bear If, but on the back burner...as usual... I am spread thin, Like honey on bread Starving for a glimpse to see you Take a chance, To be present...in your own life.... It is not enough to ask for help If you don't see the value of my time... And in your casual disconnecting way Leave your bundled broken pieces, at my door... I cannot be the crutch You readily grasp Time after time... When I know, with certainty, You are capable of walking, alone. Hours fade, like summer's honeysuckle blooms And the sweetness falls from the vine... Yet you, with apparent indifference, Fail to recognize that I might reach My boiling point Much hotter and higher, Than that of a solar flare... It might appear I've time to kill, But your 'come what may- look away' attitude Is robbing my readiness and resilience Almost to the point Of feeling 'what's the point'... Haven't you heard anything I have said? ? ? ? The value of my time Is that I have time, for those I love, Those in need of a sympathetic Outstretched hand... Not looking for a hand out, Or a pat on their back... Which I myself rarely receive... But that someone stands for their own convictions Deciding to grab hold of the reins And gallop, full stride... That I might see them, independent.. Leaving me to myself, To spend my time, in worth and wellness. For this true, the value of MY time