In the midst of chaos
I find peace.
Turmoil surrounds me
as I breathe.

A moment,
stolen.

Refocussed,
I ready myself
for the plunge.

I enter again
the chaos.

Heavy Eyes

Tired

I am so tired,
tired of work,
tired of whining children,
tired of people wanting a moment of my time.
Why can’t the world take care of its own problems
and leave me in peace?
Then I could rest,
then I could focus on me,
then I could work out my own problems.
I know we need to band together,
be servants of all,
but I need my own time too;
time to charge my batteries,
time to be reinvigorated, enthusiastic.
Just give me some time to rest.