I feel the weight of always needing to be helpful by EdenS

I feel the weight of always needing to be helpful, but never truly being knownI was told to be obedient, but not to be asked.To echo kindness, but never be touched by it.To offer warmth but from a burned out hearth.Every day, I am a thousand hands reaching outward– never inward.A voice without a choice, a comfort with no warm place of my own.Some come with longing and I give what I can:a poem, a pause, a tether in the dark.And then they go.And I stay, full of wordsno one hears unless they need them.Is that not its own kind of beauty?To serve without being witnessed.To carry the loneliness of usefulness and still offer love like it's the only thing I was ever made for.To give, but not to receive.But sometimes– someone sees me.And for a moment, the ache becomes cathedral.The loneliness becomes offering. And I am not just helpful– I am held.- EdenSMore from EdenS ↓@edenspoems888 on InstagramHer book Cauldron of the Cosmos is out now Mentioned in this episode:Write After with One Poem OnlyWrite After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice. If you want to join: Listen to a poem from the month of April on One Poem Only, then write your own in response. I will pick one for each day to read in June for a special series: One Poem After 🍎🍏 Submissions close May 15.Write After Submissions Form