A Well of My Own

I gave my strength to those in need,
Poured from my well until it ran dry,
Shared every light, every seed,
And watched them flourish, rise, and fly.

In every struggle, I put them first,
A silent hand in their steady climb,
Ignoring the ache, ignoring the thirst,
Believing one day, I'd have my time.

Now I’ve learned, it’s not selfish to seek
A peace that fills my heart alone.
For years I stood both strong and meek,
But I am worthy of a well of my own.

So here I stand, content and free,
My life, my spirit, no longer on loan,
Choosing joy that belongs to me,
Claiming this happiness as my own.

To nourish myself, to thrive and be,
Isn’t a crime, a flaw, or a shame.
This gentle peace, this calm, is key—
I carry no guilt, no whispered blame.

For I have learned to fill my cup,
With all the love I once let go.
And as I drink, my soul lifts up,
Replenished by the grace I know.