The Burden

I have passed my time

as I have lifted up the sorrows

with broken back and battered hands

I have molded you a life

To what purpose have you spent your time

chasing dreams that have left you shallow

corrupt and unforgiving

of my human kindness

I am left here

my soul consumed with anger

to bear your burden of discontent

without generosity in my heart

I am no longer your reflection

the image of a girl crippled so long ago

by your opression and fear

I am no longer your fulfillment

the elixer for your parched soul

that has squandered its riches

I am no longer indebted to you

for the price that you have demanded

has left me barren

in my sympathy

I am the pheonix that rises

with the sun of a new day

without the dedication

to you