Exhaustion
I wake up exhausted.
The feelings are there.
I go through the motions of living my life.
Just another day to get through.
Tie my shoe.
What do I do?
Oh yeah, tie the other one.
A brick is pulling me down
as I move ahead
step by step.
Memories tug at me,
taking me out of the present,
unprocessed and toxic.
How can I move on,
light and free,
happy and buoyant?
I can’t get the thoughts from
pulling me,
flattening me,
making my day just another day,
full of lead.
Copyright © Elizabeth Hipwell | Year Posted 2010
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