so tired…
the heaviness of slumber
settles on me like a straight jacket –
no point resisting…
was it a poisoned apple
that struck me so –
or is this exhaustion
emblematic…
of what….
a soul aspiring to flight
weighted down by sensitivity…
an ego tied to ideals
no more salient than balloons
whose once inflated bodies
now pollute the landscape…
I am withered…
lifeless…
breath shallow…
pulse irregular…
cursing the elusiveness of sleep…
suspended in a tortuous limbo,
mocked by vitality,
scorned by ambition,
loathed by the hale…
is there purpose
to this perpetual cycle…
a message
carved within the walls
of this fleshy tomb…
cryptic whispers
buried deep beneath
the hardening layers of fog?
no strength here
to decipher riddles…
encumbered by lassitude,
like an iron blanket
smothering desire…
even weeds will push
through concrete barriers
follow the sun’s rays
to find life…
why then can’t I…
…so tired….
(Tired originally appeared 04/17. I submit it here again for Daily Addictions prompt mock.)
One Woman's Quest 
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Like Heide, reading this made me tired. But that’s what a poem is supposed to do, let the reader share an experience. Maybe because we are sharing your fatigue, you can become energized. Be well, friend.
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Ah, thanks, LuAnne. As you know, poems are snapshots – expressing the moment. It comes and goes.
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Happy that you are pushing through the concrete, V.J.
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Yes, I am! Thanks.
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You do such a wonderful job of describing the fatigue that accompanies fibromyalgia V.J.. This brought tears to my eyes. As I’ve said before, you are supremely talented. Hugs!
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Ah, hugs back Terri. You sure do know how it feels.
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You have captured that special fatigue I once wrote about in relation to cancer and treatment. You have described it so eloquently I can feel the weight descending. I really like the image of the weeds (and sometimes flowers) pushing through cement. I have often stopped in wonder beside those forces of nature when I see them. With all you’ve done since 2017, you must be feeling somewhat a kin to them. I wish you continued resilience…
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Thanks Sarah. Cancer treatment certainly creates the same exhaustion. I do feel like I’m pushing through the concrete – thank you.
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Gosh. This is so well-written that now I’m tired, too! Wonderful imagery, V.J.
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Thanks, Heide. When someone says they have fatigue from chronic illness, it is much more than the normal “I’ve had a full day” exhaustion. Glad I could convey it effectively.
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I was about to ask if this was how you feel now and saw it was from 2017
– well
Done with details
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Thanks!
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Now that says tired like I know tired. Not many people get it. Thank you.
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You are welcome and thank you.
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