I am tired of my unbelief.
I am tired of the bitterness.
I am tired of the judgment.
I am tired of my distrust.
I am tired of seeking after approval.
I am tired.
I am tired of the constant struggle.
I am tired of climbing uphill.
I am tired of my discontent.
I am tired of the sadness.
I am tired of failing.
I am tired.
For in the moments that cause rejoicing, I weep.
Something inside me, blocks my heart
From the light.
Where can I get a hammer
To break down that wall of exhaustion.
—I wrote this poem on August 26th. Things haven’t really changed. Does anyone have a hammer?
Oh, Larissa, how I wish I had a hammer for my own heart.
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