Tired

There are times when I feel tired…

tired of hoping

tired of trying to make things happen

to make sense of things

to make sense of where I am

right now.

And when nothing works

I go back to where I was

to places I had been

and I try to bring back

the happy memories

times when I was

where I was supposed to be.

But sometimes memories are not enough

to feed one’s heart,

for soon I also get tired

of remembering

tired of looking back

tired of not being able

to bring back

the happy days before.

And in my tiredness

all I could do is rest –

one step at a time,

one breath,

one thought,

one heartbeat,

that is all that I could do,

and I guess that’s enough

for a while,

until I get my strength back,

my will,

my meaning,

my life.

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