I am a bit tired.
Not really sleepy.
Sort of worn out.
Not really that tired.
All is good.
But just tired enough to notice it.
Maybe I have grown less tough.
I used to enjoy my resiliency.
But, now, I am tired.
Of hurting.
Of pain.
Of regrets and confusion.
But things are getting better.
I have done things.
Taken steps.
Walk, then run.
Waves over waves.
