A Bad Day

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