Transition Poem by Fleurette Elaine Harris

I am so tired
Tired of getting things wrong
Of making the same mistakes
Of not getting it on
Tired of pacing
Of making two ends meet
Of racing and scraping my poor tired feet

Lord I’m tired
Of rising above it
Of making it right
When I feel so uptight
Of being forthright
Of seeing no light
Lord I am tired of the same old plight

Oh I am tired
So tired of this
Life without love
Fulfillment and bliss
Tired of mystery
Delusion myth tapestry

Tired of loneliness
Of my soul knowing no rest

Lord I am tired of the lack of reward
The lack of companionship

But most of all
I am too tired to fall

Lord I am tired of waiting
Of “hanging on I there”
So tired of hoping
for help from despair

Tired of debt
Tired of wreck
Tried of betting
Of needs not being met

Oh I am so tired
Of the challenges of life
Of facing them alone
Of making blood out of stone

Of having to constantly fight
Of facing no delight

Lord I am tired
Of building new bridges
Of filling the gap
Of constantly being caught
In the same old trap

Lord I am tired
Of having to be strong
When I really don’t want
To keep going on

Lord I am tired
Tired
Tired
Tired
Tired of these words
So tired of this world

Lord I am tired
Tired
Tired
Tired
Tired of this poem
So tired of this omen

Lord I am tired
Tired
Tired
Tired
Too tired to hear you
Your voice is so small

Tired
Tired
Tired
Speak up Lord
Can’t hear your call

Tired
Tired
Tired
I am listening Lord

Tired
Tired
Tired
Yes.

Tired
Tired
Tired
Rest?

Tired
Tired
Tired
Sleep?

Tired
Tired
Tired
Bliss
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