ugh. i dont want to go anywhere near that level of exhaustion. ha. oy. but i have been close...its not the exhaustion that feels good but the one that feels a bit hopeless...
I actually know this poem intimately. I am struggling with dry ink, trying to place words in order and return to my truest love, writing. Very well expressed.
ugh. i dont want to go anywhere near that level of exhaustion. ha. oy. but i have been close...its not the exhaustion that feels good but the one that feels a bit hopeless...
ReplyDeleteI agree, the one that feels a bit hopeless is the one that starts to feel good.
ReplyDeleteto exhausted to even acknowledge life...that is a tough place to be - i don't mind a bit of chaos as long as there is some hope left
ReplyDeleteHow sad to be at this point ~ I think a rest would do wonders ~ Nice meeting you at D'verse ~
ReplyDeleteI actually know this poem intimately. I am struggling with dry ink, trying to place words in order and return to my truest love, writing. Very well expressed.
ReplyDeleteMakes me think of a severe depression. Too deep, too dark… How can anyone one find hope in such exhaustion? But hope must be found.
ReplyDeleteThank you! That so describes every Monday morning feeling I've ever had!
ReplyDeleteThis exhaustion is not one I want to experience.. sounds like the kind of exhaustion where only a dark quiet room gives solace.
ReplyDeleteI don't know if you're writing from exhaustion or not but I like the poem it reminds me of when I'm trying to get it together despite my exhaustion.
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