exhaustion’s hymn

robin jayne

i am tired of drowning under the weight of the sky above me

i am tired of pretending to do backstrokes against the current of the tidal wave

the strength of the world is pulling me backwards in time

fighting is draining so much energy from my fragile body

i am tired of battle

i am tired of pushing and pushing and forcing things that are just simply not meant to be

i am tired of putting energy into people that do not care enough to put energy into me

i care way too much about everyone else

i struggle to take care of myself often

i am tired of excusing my horrid behavior

i am tired of having to justify myself and my actions because they were too immature

i am tired of breaking down and humiliating myself in front of the people i love the most

mature people know how to compose themselves in stressful situations

i, as a forming adult, have yet to earn this badge

i am so tired of lying

to myself and to others

tired of hurting

myself and others

of crying

for myself and for others

i am tired of having the responsibility of living with myself

the responsibility of dealing with my mind on a day to day basis, that’s tough work, not intended for the weak minded

i am tired of self-comfort

i am tired of pity parties

i am tired of me, in this tiresome world

  • Author: robin jayne (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 1st, 2021 14:37
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  • Caring dove

    Sorry you feel this way ( self care is important .. caring for yourself , not just everyone ejse .

    A sad writing

  • Paul Bell

    I think as humans, we load the world upon ourselves, then we wonder why we punch walls in frustration. Yet, when we stroll, the world strolls with us. There is no rush in life, like there is no failure. Little changes go a long way, and a little laughter will set your confidence sky high.

  • L. B. Mek

    'i am tired of pretending to do backstrokes against the current of the tidal wave'
    (then try, turning and faking
    butterfly strokes, instead
    take a moment
    each time you inhale deep
    before diving-in and
    then rejoice, each time
    you break the surface
    for that next essential breadth,
    allow yourself, a chance to look around you
    once in a while, maybe
    then, you can see the sky, as just
    A - sky
    being its imposing, majestic self
    but having never - ever, touched
    the very earth
    we, take for granted)

    'mature people know how to compose themselves in stressful situations
    i, as a forming adult, have yet to earn this badge'
    (do you know, how they too
    earned their badge? yup
    by learning the hard way, just like you are doing: successfully..
    and the more composure they seem to showcase, you must remember
    for most of them, that's a reflection
    of how hard their suffering, must have been
    for them to have a developed such impressive traits of fortitude)
    anyway, in my own elongated and lame way
    all I'm saying is, from what I read
    and your ability to expressive yourself, so forthrightly
    it seems like you're developing
    into a highly aware, considerate and sincere 'Adult'
    maybe, celebrate that fact a little
    and concentrate on cultivating these wonderful traits, you're already showcasing
    maybe then, things may look
    a little less overwhelming..
    either way, thank you!
    for choosing to share
    and demonstrating Poetry's innate utility, as a tool
    for purposed introspection



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