11 December 2006, 1:35 PM
Worn out, emotionally
and physically. So much change
in such a short period of time-
it doesn't make much difference
that the change is positive and life-giving.
Change is change, and I'm tired.
I've yearned so long for an ounce of stability.
It never seems to come.
No sooner has one tidal wave hit
than another begins to build. Brace
for one grief while recovering from another-
and my reader will understand that even
impending joy can bring deep sorrow.
We call it Bright Sadness.
There's a place inside which cannot bear
a moment more of this blinding pain;
who needs to weep her eyes dry; have it
done, but the tears don't seem to come.
I'm so tired.