It’s so late to be thinking about words
that may or may not rhyme.
Whether or not they convey
the thought I’m trying to say
into someone else’s comprehension.
Facing tomorrow too tired
to be as productive as I need to be.
It’s crazy to let myself go without rest.
But there’s just so much on my mind
until I can’t unwind it all, easily
and so not in a timely manner.
Knowing that, here I sit even with
all the drama on my mind
regarding every, every-day thing of my life
it’s become necessary to write a poem daily—
because it is,
and I’m just too tired to fight it.
© 2016 by Shari Lynne Smothers
Poem #8 for National Poetry Month. I want to stop everything in my world and rest.