Heart gentle, eyes mindful

I've always showered care on ungrateful trees, the ones that bloomed and the ones that withered. I watered them anyway. In this chaotic world, compassion is made slavery, chained with entitlement and false lovebites, yet my tender heart endures through the raid and self-inflicted questions of why I have to succumb to an endless tide. Sometimes in regret of why goodness chose me as its heir, I flip out, leaving the throne empty. Though I wage wars not to be kind anymore, I find myself retreating. In the end, it is nature's course for me. But should I drown in empathy that l lose my mind? My use or willingness to set boundaries and say No when the shoes don't fit my legs? For I have been in the watch house without looking. It took me courage and self-awareness to glare beyond the boiling surface. I washed my eyes in discernment and worth, to dive past the silent suck. I befriended clarity and in her depth, I learnt to work with both minds. For kindness doesn't exist to drain me but help me find my path. So I dished portions of bitter sour soups to users and drummers without rhythm, Just to test their intent and they smiled at its sweetness. They would forge a life in death just to drain the remaining water in my well. I let them go in thirst because there's barely a drop left for me and my heart has now tested the rough edges of the valleys and the shape of my eyes have been born anew. So conscious, it wouldn't flinch if dust was thrown in it. And the lovers that used to ride on my patchless boat, they have now drowned, since the engines only worked in the purity of their needs. It is not I that led them to destruction, It is their greed. I offered them bandages still, I showed them the path, I directed them through the journey, I didn't go with them else they would make me lose my way and distract me from the gold mine in front. My peace has never been this full. Full of happiness and Bluebells. I am a Watchman that sees through the dark forest and I shall live a long life setting those standards. Still an heir to the throne now I sit with an eagle eye. My soul in good deeds will never be used again.