The Well Within (September 2024)

In the quiet of morning’s glow,

A heavy heart, a weary flow.

The coffee brews, but I still yawn,

A foggy mind from dusk till dawn.

The world spins fast, but I move slow.

Each task a chance for seeds to sow.

Yet in this weariness, I'm forced to pause.

So, I breathe, reflect, and honor the cause.

The weight of days may come and go,

But in each moment, there's room to grow.

A gentle shift, a softer beat,

In this tired body, I claim my seat.

So here I rest, amidst the grind,

Embracing stillness, a quieter mind.

For in the fatigue, I start to see

That even weariness can set me free.

A well of resilience is blooming in me.