Tired Soul
Tired Soul
In the morning light, my bones feel heavy,
Each breath is a whisper, a plea to be free.
The sun spills gold, but I see only gray,
A weary heart trudging through another day.
Coffee steams, but it offers no cheer,
The weight of my thoughts is all I can hear.
Dishes pile high, a mountain of dread,
Each task a reminder of what’s left unsaid.
I shuffle through shadows, I wear my dull skin,
A smile’s just a mask for the turmoil within.
Time drips like honey, too thick to escape,
I’m caught in a cycle, a worn-out landscape.
Even the laughter of friends feels like rain,
It washes over me, but I’m lost in the pain.
I nod and I smile, but inside I’m a ghost,
A flicker of warmth that I miss the most.
The night wraps around me, a blanket of sighs,
I lie in silence, where hope slowly dies.
Each star feels so distant, a flicker of light,
Yet here in my darkness, I’m losing the fight.
Oh, to feel vibrant, to dance with the sun,
But the spark has faded, the battle’s not won.
I long for the moments when joy felt alive,
Now I’m just surviving, not sure how to thrive.
So I whispered a prayer to the universe wide,
For strength in my bones, for peace deep inside.
But tonight I am tired, my soul wears thin,
A weary wanderer, where dreams have
grown dim.
KM
Copyright © Kimberlee Murguia | Year Posted 2025
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