Weariness

Body exhausted from a day of work. Aches, pains, soreness seeping from every inch of my being. Mind is tired, weary, words fighting to come out. Difficulty moving pen across paper. So much to be said but no energy to allow the healing outpour to occur. Eyes so heavy, a burden to keep them open, to keep them alert. Restful sleep calling out to me, but I refuse to answer it's call. Refusing it as if a lover begging for forgiveness. My heart of hearts objecting the undeniable reality that it is time to close down shop. Recognizing my true mission to flow, to let go, to release all pent up within me. Trying very hard to put up a good fight, to battle on. The day drags into night, as I drag myself to bed. Not totally admitting defeat, not relinquishing completely. Just going to rest my eyes, lay my head down. Plan in my mind to use the dawn to refresh me, energize me, until the next day befalls me renewed.