It’s been awhile since I felt like I had anything to give
Most days I’m so tired and drained
Words have been thin and dry
Frantically running up my throat for so long
I guess I should’ve known this was coming
And I think to myself
You should’ve done better than that
When your time was on the line you sat back and wasted what you had
I’m not straightening welcome mats anymore
It’s been askew for years now and eventually I just gave up
But that’s just like me to give up just because I can’t win
And to some people that won’t seem grand or majestic
It’ll sound like the logical sane thing to do when there is no victory to be had
But I’ve always been one to fight for the sake of what I believe
So what if I’m losing another part of me
I’m so tired of being afraid so I’ll turn it around instead and ask a different question
Because here I am comforting an old friend
Words are coming to me
Not like they used to but dripping slowly
What if it’s all coming back and I can feel like myself again
Maybe I should be scared of that too
~W.C.