Mother of Martyrdom-
Surviving solely for another,
I'm embattled for the cause.
Subsistence only for self, I die daily
--while bearing and burying the losses.

What a pulseless prison!
Freezing my mind with its cold shackles,
I remain captive and confined
--in this proxy domicile.

Weary this way- a path I see to apathy.
Turning numb, I succumb
while giving and breaking,
My caring limbs atrophy.
--The reach unreachable.

Holding fast to hopeless hopes,
These muddled musings
deny moments of clarity-
I watch self-sacrifice give way
--as self doubt creeps in on the sly.