So tired that I’m writing this
in some form of free verse
just because I can.
So tired, wondering why I spent
three days awake
on six hours of sleep.
So tired, waking up happier today–
when I can’t remember the last time
I’ve actually been joyful.
So tired,
reverting to old habits
and odd actions,
trapping myself to reality like Persephone
with only pomegranate juice
in a child’s sippy cup.