Never again

Her cup runs over, brimming with demands,

A torrent poured from generous, wounded hands. 

Each misstep taken, a whispered plea for grace,

A fragile hope etched on her weary face. 

The past, a landscape scarred with bitter frost,

Yet she forgets the battles dearly cost. 

To those who bring her chaos, hurt, and strife,

She grants a passage, clinging to their life. 

They lead her onward, a siren's haunting call,

Toward a precipice, a destined, painful fall. 

And for the kindness she so freely gives,

A constant cycle where her spirit grieves. 

To those she cherishes, her heart laid bare,

She begs for pardon, drowning in despair. 

The loudest voices, a deceptive, cruel