I'm Tired

I’m tired.

Like the weight of my shoulders are challenging the weight of my feet.

I’m tired.

Like my eyelids are weak but my will has already left for the evening.

I’m tired.

Like please give me time to not to sleep but to hustle myself out of these streets.

I’m tired like the leather of my skin has endured all the heat and I’m sweltering under life’s sheet.

I got no more lessons in me.

I have received my PhD in trying to figure out how struggle does not equate that we all will eat.

Like my momma taught me strength, but she never said anything about how empty I would feel after I compete.

I’m tired.

I’ll be damned if I kept pushing to win and I learn at the top there was just more I must be.

I’ve been fighting myself to find peace.

There must be gold at the end of this line of chasing one’s dream.

Cause I’m tired and I won’t rest until I find what belongs to me.