I’m Done


I’m tired

Exhausted

Weak.

I’m tired

Distraught

Silent

I’m tired

Crying

Panicked

I’m tired

Stressed

Scared

I’m tired

Lost

Confused

I’m tired

Alone

Without

I’m tired

Damaged

Out

This past week drained me. I was running on fumes and I didn’t even realize it until the fate of sleep ripped at my soul and caused me to drain any hope for energy I imagined.

I gave myself too much to accomplish, and I was certain, with the fire of a thousand dragons I would succeed.

I was wrong.

The words above are not in your typical poem format, but it breathes true everything I feel.

Along with my restless nights, comes a force of emotions I was not prepared to deal with. It caused me to panic and I left work in tears. It was a mixture of my overall desire to succeed without an ounce of failure. I must be perfect at all costs. Even if it costs me parts of my sanity.

That world is too big for me to hold. What I fail to see is how the world I am fiercely wanting to bear, is actually a puzzle waiting to be pieced together. I only have to break it and put each piece in its rightful place at the right time. If I slowed my gait, I would know when and where.

But my mind is too crowded. I am too hell-bent on glory.

Sometimes, I am too aware of my own faults and too conceited to fix them.

I hope you enjoy today’s poem. Please feel free to comment if you would like. And thank you for reading and following.

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