A Dusty Stone's Falsehood Poem by Tiffany Rose Moczydlowski

Is it wrong
When you'd help others
Regardless
Of your own pain?
When you would
Give the shirt off
Of your back
To another
Even in the freezing
Rain?
To reach out
Ever farther than your
Arms' capacity
To provide a spark of
Happiness for another,
One not even in
Necessity?
One that procuring will
Snuff out your own
Dwindling flame?
Grinding yourself
Into a fine dust
For the sake
Of a fleeting smile?
One you feel
Unworthy of allowing
Yourself?
When does the line
Between kindness
And intent self-destruction
Become unblurred?
Is such selflessness
Truly selfishness,
A punishment or gain?
A diamond's strength,
Or just a facade
Of a crumbling rock?
Does it even matter?