Emotional Toll of Being a Caregiver
I felt the weight of worry, a constant, heavy chain,
Am exhausted, drained, my spirit worn and frail,
Not a martyr, no saint, my patience at its end,
A burden I carried, a life I couldn't mend,
My heart ached with a sorrow, a never-ending plea,
Not a caregiver's path, it's not the life for me.
Before, I gave my all, I sacrificed and tried,
Every ounce of strength, my love I couldn't hide.
Each day a struggle, each night a silent tear,
Never-ending demands, fueled by doubt and fear.
The toll it took on me, a shadow in my soul,
Heartbreak and exhaustion took their heavy toll.
Empty promises whispered, hopes that faded fast,
Resentment grew like weeds, a shadow from the past.
Exhaustion gripped my body, my spirit bowed its head,
Done with endless duties, the path I've already tread,
Overwhelmed, I surrendered, my spirit broken, spent,
No more will I shoulder this burden, heaven-sent,
Enough is truly enough, my cup is overflowing,
The time has come to leave this, my spirit's softly growing,
Healing and recovering from all that I have known,
A new beginning beckons, a life I'll call my own,
Through self-care and peace, my strength will be restored.
No more, I declare it, my voice is strong and bold,
Out of the shadows I rise, a story to unfold,
T o live my life for myself, and only for me,
Don't ask me to revisit this time, it sets me free,
Out of the ashes I rise, reborn and new,
In my own time, I will heal, see myself anew.
No longer will I falter, my resolve takes flight,
Gone are the days of sacrifice, I claim my inner light.
All that I've learned, I will embrace,
In this new chapter, I will find my place.
Never again to tread this path of endless care.
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