You are not here to endlessly give,
To pour out your soul so others may live.
Not meant to serve with nothing returned,
A flame that burns, yet never is earned.
Step back, reflect—let silence be guide,
Ask where your strength and spirit reside.
Place your energy where hearts are true,
Where all you offer is cherished by few.
For gifts unvalued will wither away,
But love and respect will brighten your day.
So guard your light, let it shine with care,
In spaces that honor the soul you bear.
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