I am beaten and worn
too many things have
come undone and it seems
Fate itself is against me.
But the sun is high and
there is much that remains,
so I struggle onward.

Finally, as the last of my strength
is stripped away, it is done.
I come home and a stillness
washes over me.

I fall into bed and my head
begins to sink into
the cool soft of my pillow
but sleep does not come easy.
For tomorrow still remains
and I have not the heart
to face it.

A delicate chirp interrupts
my anxious thoughts,
I turn and check my phone,
what now will the world
throw in my face?

It is you, or rather
a mere reminder of you.
But this is all I need.
My heart pounds briefly,
a smile stretches across my face
and I slip into a
gentle,
peaceful,
sleep.