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.
Keith Garrett
This is good!
Thanks for reading
thanks so much
This sounds like me sometimes.
Thanks for reading
On Fri, Jun 22, 2018 at 9:41 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Good read My good sir. I find that the darkness can be so much more bracing as I can dream much more vividly. Again great read!
Thanks so much for reading
I am sorry for your pain and suffering. I don’t know what you’re going through, but I pray you find peace and comfort soon.🙏
Thanks so much. Struggles like everyone else.
This is really good..
Thanks so much for reading
That’s so sweet of you, thank you very much. (: