Bones

 

Deep within my bones, stays hidden in the granules of marrow,

Brittle and calcified is all the effort. Why am I trying so hard?

Fatigue from the sleepless nights is inconsequential.

The weight of my fatigue in my bones has stopped me.

I have nothing left.

I choose to experience my breathing.

That is enough.

 
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