I Give.....

I give, not because I have,
I give not because I need to prove myself,
I give not because I am kind,
I give not because I can,

I give because I have lost it all- a deep feeling of helplessness and fall,
I know how misery strikes and I attempt to stand tall,
I give because seeing someone 'smile' helps me heal,
Healing my wounds and staggering faith, guided by a mean intention- that someday someone will also 'give' me and break my fall.

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