The Steady Saint

It’s tough sometimes trying to refill your own cup of positivity

When no one else but you is there to pour or hold your cup steady

It’s tiring when you’ve poured all your positivity into those less than true

When no one wants to pour life and energy into you

It’s exhausting when your well has run dry and others look for a refill

When you want to be the strong one but hardly anyone knows you’re the sensitive son

It’s grueling when the river of encouragement flows in one direction.

When you’re swimming upstream to reach the place your positivity was birthed

It’s infuriating to know you are close to the finish

When the limbs of your heart feel leaden Staggering stumbling lest you faint

And everyone fancies you the steadfast saint