some mornings
I have mountains to climb
sometimes
I have ditches to dig
jungles to chop through
I’m tired, exhausted, no
it’s fatigue, that’s the word
it’s a challenge crawling from bed
brushing teeth and washing the ass
tasks that must be done
but I
I just want to lay in the rays
of the sun
but her poison will trigger my lupus
so I close my eyes
under an old maple tree
feel the late summer breeze
or maybe the remnants
of those girls creating
havoc along the pacific coast
inhale deep
exhale slow
I want to bask in laziness
float upon calm seas
but my life is a rugged terrain
a battle always to conquer
when the wolf
with the butterfly nose
lurks in the shadows
I quietly hide
trying to blend
like a chameleon
best I can do is cry
a rainbow of tears
and wish for a
pot of gold
in a land of tired souls
seeking serenity
on the other side
hoping for a win
©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 9/4/15
I love this, especially the start and finish. “In the land of tired souls ,” is priceless. I have an old client and friend who worked tirelessly, helped her mother through health and insurance issues and mothered a son who made too many bad decisions. When I asked her if she ever just rested, she said when I stop doing stuff, I just fall asleep. She is a member of the land of tired souls.
It is a place of unrest.
A beautiful expression of a picture that is unfortunately far from beautiful. I salute your courage and resolution.
Thanks Ben
I know the feeling. Hope things start to feel better.
Hoping more days are winners…
I may have to take a vacation again.. Trying not to.
Just do what you need for your health. Take care.
You are one of the most gifted souls I’ve ever encountered. You touch me deeply. Thank you!
Thank you so very much Millie.
Millie that is really a wonderful thing to say. I’m sure you will meet others far more gifted but for now I humbly thank you for those kind words.
I was flowing with your words. Bravo!
Thank you.
No one could know of those exhausting days that lay so heavily.. I wish you butterflies Love and Blessings.. I felt your heavy heart while reading this Kim.. I wish you better days in the Suns gentle rays under the Old Maple Tree 🙂
Thanks Sue. The rain sealed that trip under the maple tree.
Until tomorrow!.. and the next day… xxx ❤
Ah this reminds me of:
“Folks, I’m telling you,
birthing is hard
and dying is mean-
so get yourself
a little loving
in between.”
― Langston Hughes
Langston one of my favorites and I don’t remember this one. However I recognize a compliment.
Hope you are keeping on my dear friend. 🙂 it is well. 🙂
I’m about to lay down and rest. I am really out of it today.