I AM TIRED
I write every day and walk my legs until they’re done,
I work in my yard, I think beyond the sun going down.
In between the poetry, there is a life of pain and mistrust,
I make myself happy, a choice to fall or on my own rise up.
I endure the suffering of rehabilitation as it is what I need,
Keep myself alive and moving, a little positivity in my day.
The reality I face of that which is good and bad is not a thought of beauty,
Up in the morning early I am to stare at the rising sun, start the day.
Ask do I from God above for the strength to make it through each step,
I never quit, I’m not that way, a miracle is out there, let nothing stand in my way.
I am tired but the nights are peaceful and quiet, darkness feels most pleasant,
I drift off to sleep waiting to dream, sooner or later I’m awake lying in the dark, thinking.