Tired Poem by Midifo Yearns

I’m tired right now, I cannot see
how to be the real me.
I stand before a silent door
and wait like dust upon the floor.
The door ajar, light penetrates the crack
then travels like a train that cannot find its track.

I’m tired right now, I cannot hear
the words of one who is so dear
I strain and groan, I cup my hand
I feel so naked as I stand alone
before a love so deep that somehow
misses and does not seep
into the crevices of my mind and heart.

I’m tired right now I cannot feel
the presence of a God who’s real
I wait and cry, I almost fly
but nothing seems to make much sense
as once again I’m on the fence

not cold or hot but only warm
and unaffected by the kind of storm
that opens minds and hearts and wills
that offers life immeasurable thrills.

I’m tired right now I cannot hope
or trust or love, I cannot cope;
but then I see that it is He
who hopes and trusts and loves in me.