Tired.
All my life I am tired.
Tired of awaiting the call
tired to wait to be small
Next to another whose tall.
Tired of trying and waiting and doing all my life
in the thrall
of the wait
to challenge the looming debate
and crying my eyes
To sleep.
Too Late.
For time slows to a creep
and winds all my life.
I am tired
and waiting
all my life
to sleep.
Hard day, fearful of tomorrow's own hardship yet optimistic of the future and all it's waiting around. In the meantime I will do.