About Endless Empathy

I used to have depths of empathy once,

And I sprinkled it all over, everywhere,

Now, there's a climate crisis within me,

For there aren't any resources of empathy found.

Is it good or bad?

Someone asks me,

And I say,

In the least diplomatic way,

It's both.

Good, that I know I'm not as empathetic as I used to be,

Bad, because I know I often come off as selfish by the world,

But, all I'm doing is prioritising myself,

And all the world have ever seen me do is,

Keep them first,

To shower them with abundant love,

And endless empathy,

So much so,

I don't have any left now,

And whatever I have,

I use it for my heart.

So, maybe I would find a way to refill it,

It won't be easy or as deep as it once was,

But I hope I'll be kinder to myself meanwhile,

All I have is my heart now.