I am smart and resilient,
gracious and kind to old and young alike,
I give space and support to the anxious and energetic.
There are many examples of my endurance
and communication.
I make my boundaries clear,
raise my voice when
overlooked, ignored.
But I have grown tired.
I have fought for others and myself so long
that rest has been difficult to
catch and keep.
I am tired, I cannot carry
much more of this burden.
My grip is weakening,
sleep fitful,
sweat warping my skin.
But I must carry on
there are so many miles to go
and I cannot stop.
I am afraid to stop,
for if I rest, will I ever get back up?
Everyday I feel the heartbreak
chip away at my exterior shine.
When will I be able to recover,
I don’t know.
But by the grace and support of others,
perhaps I can make
the last few steps
to safety and peace
once more.