Worn Out

Once again, worn out From the simple act of living Blown out of all held dear Waves come and go Stretching across time and space A tragic loss here A triumphant gain there And still the waves come Lapping at a shore That is time itself Manifest in a million little grains Lapping as I lay exhausted Too tired to think, too tired to feel Anything but a sadness Deeper than time. (8/23/23)

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Heidi Sands

Date: 9/13/2023 8:53:00 AM

I understand this and you have expressed it well. I can feel the exhaustion. Well done. Take care :)

James Moore
Date: 9/13/2023 11:29:00 AM

Thanks Heidi. I think this level of exhaustion is something we all feel at some point (if we live long enough!), and instead of being a bummer (which it certainly can feel like) is in fact the moment of break-through, or at least an opportunity for something new. Yet, the recognition of 'sadness deeper than time' is something that doesn't ever really go away, but can inform what we then do...