Fatigued

Brazen sunlight
accosts my eyelids
bruising my senses

I rail against this day
rising an affront
to my body’s begging

Sleep a little longer
she moans, daylight
holding no sway
over heavy limbs

The sparring has begun –
a daily ritual of coaxing
and empty promises

I cannot will away the illness
that champions this ring –
batters me every time

Am I heroic or a fool
to think that mind
can defeat matter
that will can eliminate
inertia?

The brashness
of morning light
no balm for
endless exhaustion.

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

17 thoughts on “Fatigued”

    1. Thanks Eilene. The easiest days are the ones when the fatigue doesn’t let me do anything else. The hard ones are where there is a glimpse of energy and I want to do it all.

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  2. Well spoken, VJ, and hard to hear.

    I sometimes have similar contests of will.

    All I can say is I feel better if I resist.

    I just came back from a trip to Churchill, Manitoba where a woman warned me about polar bears : “fight back (jump up and down, yell) – you may not win, but it’s best to fight back.”

    Hugs, Sarah

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  7. Me too.

    This is wrote in my time of silence. Perhaps it will ease for a moment…

    Lost and Found

    Whatever the loss

    No matter the cost

    It’s far less than what’s found

    Beyond this earthly ground

    Christ found her and speaks

    In every imperfect piece

    Bids her to keep seeking

    That which only He keeps

    When life interferes

    When darkness draws near

    It’s God who will silence

    What He declares violence

    May not all sin, pain, and stress

    Be perceived as a test

    But lead all to Christ

    Who is the ‘rest’ of all life

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