My face feels numb
My legs feel pain.
But none of that compares to my
poor exhausted brain.
Exhaustion has seeped to the very core of my bones.
I don't want to become one of those people who moans, but -
Sorting through my thoughts is like
Sifting through thick sludge
I cannot, not feel angry.
I try not to hold a grudge,
against myself - for not being stronger
I wish I had the energy to keeping going for longer.
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When Life Hits Hardest
PoetrySometimes life hits you hard. When it does it often reveals something within us that we didn't know was there. These revelations can be beautiful, raw and inspiring. They can also be ugly, harsh and uncomfortable to look at. When life hits me hardes...
