The Indifferent Value of Rainfall

I offered you my life
My heart
My soul
My allegiance
To your meaningless cause
Which in turn found such sentiments
Meaningless.
Motherhood in a bottle
Ready for sale
Without the emotional pitfalls.
So discarded
I picked up my heart
My soul
My allegiance
To save for a time when such useless things
Might be useful.
It was only then
My offer rescinded
That they were desired
A valueless thing given value
In the want of having.
A summer storm
Feeding the land
But only welcome after drought.
Hesitant
I gave them once more
Only to have them scattered
Their luster gone once held in the hand.
More the fool me,
To expect someone outside myself
To love the things I love
To find value in my values.
Motherhood did not grant that empathy
Only the baby to match a handbag
An accessory to responsibility
In fashion, but not in name.
Now I must gather my things once more
And hold them close to my chest
So that the value in a glimpse
Will not be lost
With a closer look.