Weary: A Short Poem

Down to my bones

and through the depths

of my core;

I am weary…

My spirit is that

of a fledgling bird,

aching to fly

but with no strength

to soar…

It shall pass

as all things do,

and will give rise

to a new dawn

and a new hope…

I must away

the hours though,

and will myself to rest,

when there is so much

left to do…

I am weary.

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