Poetry Year October 19

I was nothing,
and when I was, you heaped upon me reward.
When I was empty vessel into which your passions poured,
you adorned me with your attentions,
and more than mere affection,
a sing for my sustenance.

But then I showed you wrought palaces,
and futures fit for many kings,
I brought you to hidden realms of far and mighty dreams.

And from that moment, when I became, a real and not just real,
you have not given one word of softness,
nor anything to feel.

When I was nothing,
I was your everything and all,
but when I became a woman,
your attention became dead fall.