I am ready for the long sleep.
Tired. So very tired.
But what I want,
and what I have to do,
are different entirely.
It will come for me,
in due time.
For now, I am alive.
I have children,
and a wife.
Cats, dogs, and chickens.
Even a few frogs and fish.
My kingdom is small,
but it needs me all the same.
So I cannot sleep,
I have to be here,
no matter how tired I get.
I keep moving forward.
I mustn’t give in.
Tenacity becomes me.
Dug in for the cause.
It pulls me through.
I grow numb,
to the feeling,
of exhaustion.
My purpose, providing.
I keep it in my sights.
It’s not yet time to sleep.
Poetry