My heart is heavy, I don’t know how much more beit can sink.
My soul is weary, one more step may be its end.
My eyes sting, reddened and dry.
My chest burns, coals igniting in the scorched cavity.
My body aches, sore from all the tests and trials.
My throat is raw, scratched and unrested.
Is there an end?
If it ends, will my heart recover?
Will my soul feel free and light?
Will my eyes soften and long for sleep no more?
Will the fire in my chest give way to an autumn wind?
Will my body wonder tireless, fatigue only a memory?
Will my throat rejoice in song?
Too much to think about
Too much to do
Too tired to care
Too anxious to sleep