Slow building

This strangeness that builds inside of you when tiredness tethers on the sane or insane line. The mind can only strengthen one way or the other. Soundness is clear but to what degree?

Then this weight within your sigh is exhaled to a new gravity. A new story begins. Your breath that is warm turns cold. The thought drown inside the turmoil that tests at your spirit and mental capacities.

When you get to this dimension of pain and true exhaustion you really have no understanding if a scream would justify anything or if silent water streaming down your face is determined to be seen. The soul just wavers in and out of shadows.

Then a slow descent to breaking emerges. Demanding you to remain seated. Even when you realize that standing and walking has to be done, the breaking of bones seems more and more legitimate than laughter.

Yes nightly I feel this after a workday. Mentally the eyes can do nothing but the hope still lingers. A silent prayer reveals many answers. Just as the steps shoot lightning throughout my bones and muscles I recognize some distortion in perseverance.

All I can do to stay on the sane side is look for the brightest part of the minute and lean into my hopes, my faith.  As I prepare for sleep the mind remarks sarcastically just how damaged my soul is. Broken but moving.

And as I lay my head down I am still grateful for the day. You?

So I say good night. Let the night bring peace and still my restlessness. Make the twitches of pain fade away as the slumber streaks dreams before my memories.

Good night strange me. For you, just keep hoping for goodness.