Quiet has come to hold me close
Dizzying breaths swirling within
Every day can’t be favorable I guess
Pressure booming in my chest
How about I just sit today out?
Don’t look to me for perfection
Far from an example this afternoon
Maybe withholding my appearance is best
Mind ran last night stealing any rest
I thought I was walking towards the right way
It’s too quiet and I’m a little weary.
Please don’t be a sin
To sleep this the day away
Far from exhausted
Yet I’ve given much without reinforcements
Refreshments in route
Hope it arrives before questions multiply.
Mirth time has gone
Mourning this morning out in front
Don’t look towards me tonight
Something inside clatters when I blink
Unclean, scrubbing my mind at the kitchen sink
Joy available but at this hour I cannot drink
Ship of hope threatening to plummet right when I need to sail.
Is it all a waste
Is it all for nothing
Am I stupid
Compass a lie
Let me lay down and watch tears fly from eyes to the ceiling
Weeping for more healing.