Exhausted

Sometimes I work until my eyes blur

and my thoughts muddy;

I can’t focus

as I struggle to finish that last thing

that needs to get done.

My body hurts and my brain is numb

from the efforts, the daily battles

that I fight constantly on all fronts,

draining my soul and emotional reserves

until I am a shell, a husk of my previously

vibrant self.

Everything poured out of me,

every day to wring the most

of the time that we are given.

And then.

And then I take time to pour my heart out,

the last of my emotions on a page

for you my dear.

The last of me,

freely given

in the hopes of making you smile.