There
is a
heaviness,
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.
There
is a
heaviness,
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.
Windows To The Spirit 