Cause of my weariness…

This evening I felt my heart racing, as I did in the afternoon. I was baffled, Then I realised I’d forgotten to take the medicine for my lungs.

It’s a realisation that this is keeping me well. And I acknowledge that I want to stop taking it. I hate it because it causes me to talk too much.

I love my life, but I am tired. I am so tired of the energy needed for me to live.

I have just glimpsed the moon. The scaffolding that is still up obscures my view.

So yes, I am weary and so tired of being misunderstood.

I need to stop now. I’m sorry.

By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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