Spent (A Poem)

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Photo via Andrew Stone Street on Tumblr.

Friday is traditionally a tired day for me. I wake up with a little bit of excited energy, knowing the weekend is close. Usually I rely on this to get me through the day. But when there's no weekend to look forward to, the morning lags. Things dwell in me through the afternoon.


Today, I'm doing my best to rest easy knowing I've got my meditation and my yoga to pull me through. But, to be honest, I am feeling a little spent!

Spent


Suffer as in allow.


List as in want.


Listless as in transcending
desire, or not rising
to greet it.


To list
is to lean,
dangerously,
to one side.


Have you forgotten?


Spent
as in exhausted.

Photo via Coffee and Yoga on Tumblr.