What Will Be

is a
a feeling of
utter exhaustion
that moves in and settles
in my bones, weighing me down.
I need rest beyond what sleep brings.
I will never get everything done.
At some point, good enough will have to do.

This entry was posted in Etheree. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s