exhausted

exhaustion takes a toll
dropping to my knees i cry uncle
and agree i am done

folding into child's pose
i realize the goal of living is to
find the mortality

too tired to think of logic
i stretch arms outward into
the future sleep

i know this sounds a bit
like planning my escape but
not to worry

it takes a lot of strength
to stay alive sometimes and
yet i survive

stretch more now so i am
lying prone on the floor and
i see my soul

the darkness of it
becomes a soothing balm
for all the pain

seeing how that shadow
illuminates my body, & my brain
i let it light my heart

rolling over, now supine
everything in me is waiting
for my eye to open

so that i can clearly see

that grounded convergence

of the parts of me

and then i will feel IT

and then i'll be one with IT

then be free to rest