Open hands want more

If you’re a giver, remember to learn your limits. Because the takers fucking won’t. And why should they?

When your silence and inaction condones. That everything done to you is within your comfort zone. All because the idea of confrontation makes your insides groan.

So you lay down your arms. And it sets the tone. For you to be subservient.

From then on they own. Your very being on constant loan. the mind, body, and soul.

And only you can right the course. Of this life once blown. To see for yourself your hands are not set in stone.

And it all starts by you saying no. To the one sided favors. That eat away at you until there’s nothing but bone.

By then you’ll be used up. And carelessly by the wayside your thrown. Because they’ve sensed new meat.

That can offer them more. Then you could ever hope to hold. Finally coming to the realization.

That many before you have come to know. That giving to the destitute is righteous. But not so much, that those gluttons want for gold.