Let me hide behind these four walls
With only myself to blame
Body, spirit, and mind are worn
From dealing with the pain.
Please don’t ask me to talk with you
Don’t ask me to be kind
Don’t accuse me of just laziness
For wasting so much time.
Every fiber of energy I can pull
Every shred of hopeful light
Must dedicate itself to choose
Not death, not yet, but life.
© Maria R. Conklin and Journey Of A Tired Heart, 2015-2016