Watch Her Burn

The candle is lit at both ends
Yet she keeps going.
The wax drips onto tattered remains
Health, social life, hobbies, love
Yet she keeps going.
They ask and ask and ask
She gives, gives, gives
Life giving energy spilled onto barren soil
Yet she keeps going.

A stumble, she falls into the darkness
Reaches out for help
No hands pick her up.
She calls out
Only the wind answers her back.
Bruised, battered, bleeding
She shuffles back into the light.
No one sees the blood & bruises
Yet she keeps going.

Sit there, watch her burn
Yet she keeps going.
The hope is there
Someday, someone will tell her to stop
Then she will be able to rest, to heal.
Until that time, she keeps going.