Burnout

Burnout has bound itself  

To both of my ankles

Weighing me down

And mocking me

As I try to take steps 

Toward progress

I cannot progress

Until the rest of the world does

And I am tired 

Of holding onto hope

I’ve got chains around my ankles

And I’ve carried hope in my arms

For almost thirty years

When will it be safe to put it down,

And me be free

Of the shackles that obstruct me

From walking into my life’s true purpose?

The purpose- to love unconditionally

And be loved in return

I can’t expect that of a world 

That exists with such conditions

As it does right now

So as much as I long to let go 

Of the burdens I carry 

And drag behind me,

I suppose it’s the sacrifice I must make

In order to prove, even to 

A world so unforgiving,

My unconditional love