I Am So Tired My Soul Hurts

I lower my head and cry

I cry for you and me

I lament for our children

I weep about the uncertainty to come

I long for better days

I have lost my way

I wonder what has happened

I am stuck in the darkness

In a room with no doors

I can’t wake from this reality

I again wake to a new day

I realize that I can paint the black walls white

I can create a fresh canvas if only for me

In my room with now white wash walls

I see a single phrase

It reads “THIS TOO SHALL PASS”

I am comforted

If only in this moment

I am reminded that my reality is what

I make it

09.08.20

2:00am musings of a post menopausal insomniac mind