(You are probably tired too. Don’t give up.)
I am Tired
I am tired
Tired of fearing what may come
And tired of what does come
Even if unexpected.
I am sick and tired
Of everything that is supposed to happen
And everything that does happen.
Even surrounded.
I am tired.
I am sick of all the nonsense I am beholden to
All the cruelty I watch
All the terror I see.
I am sick and tired.
Of this. Of life. Of existence.
I am far too tired to fight off the world’s weaknesses
And too tired to slink back into the recesses.
I am tired.
But not too tired to give up
Or give in. Or lose one spit of chance.
Tiredness does not stop the flower. It does not stop me.
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