i know i should be your champion
your friend
the best actually
always by your side
but i’m not your mother nor your shrink
and i’m way too old
for these repetitious struggles
leading nowhere
how can i keep fighting for someone
who has worn me down
to the point
where i don’t even fight for myself
i’m exhausted
and filled with anxiety
staying shackled
to a future which remains elusive
i’m spent
and not in a good way…
My energy is sapped below the reserve.
Not sure where the strength should come from now.
It’s like pulling it out of thin air.
Some days it’s all we can do to stay on track.
Your head says “Just keep plodding forward, eyes front and feet moving.”
It’s about getting to the end of the day, and to rest.
We’re longing for a collapse ushering us into a night producing our revival.
May our slumber bring about a peppy gait in the new day!
