I Am Tired Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

I am tired-
not the kind that sleep can cure,
but the weight of days stacked high,
pressed into my shoulders,
settling deep in my bones.

I carry the echoes of conversations
I should have left behind,
the silence between words,
the pauses that held too much meaning.

My hands rest heavy in my lap,
fingers curled around nothing,
holding space for things
I no longer wish to name.

The world spins forward,
relentless in its asking,
and I, a small thing in its wake,
close my eyes,
just for a moment.