“You look tired.”
Yeah.
“Late night?”
No….no, it’s not that.
I’m tired of trying change;
of trying to heal from the trauma;
of trying to discover a plateau of self-acceptance;
of trying to be an adequate person, and better wife;
of trying to worry less about being a good mother.
I’m tired of trying to be easier for those I love;
of trying to lose weight through futile dieting;
of trying to relax the painful tension in my body;
of trying to silence the voice of my vile inner-critic,
who never runs short of hateful jibes
which sometimes make me want to cry.
I’m tired of trying to be in the world this way.
Yeah.
[smiling faintly]
Yeah, late night.
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