Today, I'm tired
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Hello everyone!
I just have a little poem I wrote off the cuff today. I’m a sleepy little peeper but am dedicated to posting at least something every week or so. Just because I’m moving through some big scaries doesn’t mean I should stop that commitment. This is supposed to be about my life after all, in all its authenticity.
Trigger warning: suicidal ideation.
My daily check-in started Today, I'm tired Truth is I always have been It's just Today, I see it I looked in The door to my soul Fucking wide open Ready, willing, and receiving it all No wonder I’m tired My light is spilling On everyone but me An open door At the end of the tunnel My light seeps out It gets lost Why does no one speak? Of the darkness Slipping in through the door on the other side Why does no one speak? Of how scary Stepping into the light is Why does everyone speak? As if the light Is a relief or something I'm at the end of the tunnel I see both sides I'm playing both sides In light My vision is clear But I see The rim of black Around me always Memories of the tunnel A trick Back to the darkness I go If I am They are Then we are In my tiredness Giving up Feels so accessible If it ended If I ended This will end This is all Common enough Things we all feel From time to time I forget I'm buoyant I forget The shadows are too It’s just Today, I’m tired
I can see that this probably could use a little more editing but… Today, I’m tired. I promise I’ll figure it out when this poem is formally published. You heard it here folks!
Thank you, you mean more to me than you know.
-Alex