Welcome Mats

They say, kindness is 

strength, I don´t think they have ever been a 

doormat to the point of 

threadbare and

thick breaths.

They tell me that ¨love is 

true power¨;

have they ever fallen and not

come up broken?

Because I would sure like to know the feeling.

I don´t see how soft hearts could make the 

world go round when the

world keeps spinning without them,

I can´t understand how 

sensitive souls could hold up the population when they are

continually trampled beneath it.

How is there good when it 

hurts to be it?

I´m getting tired. No, not

angry, not 

sick-and-tired, just

tired. 

My eyes are dragged down from always being

down, 

my shoulders sag beneath the weight of 

tears 

they are always used to 

catch, my legs

ache from 

running after the people who 

stopped needing me.

I´m so tired, I just want to 

sleep, I want a rest from 

caring, but 

no.

There is always someone who needs me for a few

moments, 

weeks, even 

months, I can´t turn them 

away, who would I be if I wasn´t

kind?

I would never want to make anyone feel like a

burden, 

but sometimes, being on the 

receiving end of 

ranting sessions gets a little

heavy. 

My back wouldn´t be so hunched if the

patients stayed past the 

appointments,

I may be a good counselor, but it gets hard to 

keep giving when the 

office is always

empty.

I never understood why ¨the good die

young¨ until I learned that

open hearts bleed the most.