A Poem for Midsemester: Can I Stop Now?

Tired.  I have been tired all year, and I am tired now, and this deep-down-in-my-soul tired rises and fall like the waves in the ocean.

But the wine-dark ocean of my exhaustion is bottomless, lets in no light, with dark things swimming, waiting, underneath.

I am swimming in my ocean of tired, swimming, barely keeping afloat.  I am swimming, athletic in my habitual strokes, competent in keeping my head afloat, smiling, strong-looking, waving at the passersbys on sleek, silent ships

Yet I am drowning, but slowly.  When I stop, I will sink.  And so far I desired to sink, I feared to sink, I say some words, it doesn’t work…

I am tired.

Can I stop now?


About lizardqueen

If single-mothering were a paid job, I'd be rich. However, it doesn't, so I write (which doesn't pay the bills) and teach (which does). I'm overly-educated in the liberal arts, but that doesn't hinder my ability to be pragmatic and realistic. YAY.
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