I’m Tired.

Tired has taken on a whole galaxy full of meaning.

These days tired is more than bones and muscles and sweat.

I’m
emotionally
mentally
spiritually
Tired.

And I’m realizing the world isn’t the softest bed to rest on.

So I rest here, in the soft curves of words when the comfort of others sounds like blaring noise, when my brain has used up all of its space thinking, when my hands are too full and heavy to pray.

I rest here
with them.

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