I’m tired
Blood barely pulses through my veins
The flame dims,
The scene fades,
The curtains close
The bags hanging under my eyes couldn’t hold
the weight of my struggles
Lives continue on just outside my door,
but I stagnate in my room
My mind rests on the mistakes of my past
and my present
I hardly leave my room
Days like these come too often
The light at the end of my tunnel recedes
I digress
The kettle begins to whistle
Usually a sharp and painful noise
now music to my ears
I let the tea run over the bumps of my tongue,
swish around my teeth,
and finally drop down into my throat
I have no big words to describe
my feelings
not now
Again, I digress
Pillow
Blanket
Even Teddy Bear
My lids weigh
With hope,
as Annie said,
the Sun
will come out
tomorrow
Expert Dilettante 