Breaking Point

 

I’m tired.
Just tired.
But sleep
Has become nothing more
Than a distant memory to me.
Edged alongside what it was
To feel free.
Absent from stress,
Immune to worry,
Just a promising vessel
Vaguely anxious at best.
I’m tired.
So tired.
Too young for this mess.
Single, No kids,
But struggling check after check.
Worried beyond reason,
Trying to retrace my steps.
To understand what brought me here
And what’s to come next.
I’m tired.
SO damn tired.
So tired of this pain.
I almost want to give up
But I’ll be damned
If I do that again.
These are the moments
To cast pride aside.
To shut the door,
Drop down,
And let out a good cry.
It’s OK to breakdown,
It’s OK not to be alright.
It’s OK to ask for help
Instead of the usual “I’m fine”.
To look to the Heavens
Or the one by your side,
And ask for assistance
To ask for advice.
I find myself
On my knees at night.
Praying for guidance,
Some sort of sign.
Then it finally hit me
Out of the blue on day.
Nonchalant in their approach
They offered me a break.
Unbeknownst to them
That the offer they made,
Came right on time,
Perfect timing I’d say.
And I am more appreciative
Then they may ever know.
They delivered that sign,
They gave me some hope.

Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes