Empty Buckets

a horse

with a broken leg

they shot me

using me

while I worked

and forgetting

about me

when I didn’t

how I cheered up

those around me

from their sadness

at not having me

by their side as I once was

when it was me

who needed

the cheering

friends

I carried

while with

a broken leg

how I had lifted

freinds in the past

and gave them my heart

only for them to leave me

when it was my heart

and not theirs

that needed mending

friends who

forgot me

when it was me

and not them

who needed

saving

and while my life was on fire,

the flames shined the lights of truth

on those around me:

revealing the kindest souls

and illuminating others

I had once held close to my heart

as nothing more

than cancer

how they jumped ship

when I began to sink:

how I was left alone

to bucket out

the water

pouring in

too fast

how I stared in shock

at all the empty buckets

left around me