When a giver stops giving,
she’s given all she’s got to give.
Emptied by kindness,
her hands fall open
not in surrender,
but in self-preservation.
She turns within,
where silence speaks louder
than pleading hearts.
The takers unsatisfied,
drift away like smoke,
revealing the shape of
true connection.
In that quiet aftermath,
she sees more clearly
who stands beside her
not for what she offers,
but for who she is
when it’s her turn to receive.
