My Mind Hurts

My mind hurts. I am exhausted from dragging this burden. I want to yell out "IT'S OVER!!" and be done with it.

My soul hurts. It is shriveled from imprisonment and longs to live in truth. Where is my joy? I seem to always be lost elsewhere.

I am constantly and continuously tired...my mind cannot form words for the page, so the writing is sporadic and difficult to complete. Yet, I crave the self-expression and emotional relief.

When I encounter moments of quiet alone time, I want to sleep. I want to rest and escape from the thoughts, the planning, the organizing and the strategizing. Currently, my idea of rest is to sit and think absolutely nothing...or sleep...a long time.

Peace and rest seem so close that I can taste it, yet there is a rather tall wall to scale before I can reach that.