I’m tired of the strain,
that it takes to make life what it deserves to be.
I’m worn out from the struggle,
of trying to uplift those, who rather remain in the chaos of corruption & discontent.
I’m exhausted by the way we treat our fellow human beings,
sometimes lacking of feelings even for self.
I’m depleted as our animals & nature, seem to no longer suffice,
our beauty in life and we forgot how to live again.
I’m tired, but I refuse to feed that ego & my Soul remains strong.
I carry on, remembering that even warriors need rest, living to see another day.
*Inspired by an encounter in the struggle.
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