Poetry SITREP Written Works

Weary by Lola Martin

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I am weathered, weary; I weep 

I remember the grains of sand on the beach 

I will never go back to Normandy 

I am weary – I sleep 

Weary… I sleep under the willow tree 

Teary – I struggle to find relief 

I battle anxiety, I battle PTSD 

I am weary. I am fearful of my dreams 

I pray and plead, I’m weary; make it stop 

I listen to the Lord and I praise God 

I miss the girl who time forgot 

Time is weary, I am weary – I pray a lot 

I keep my weariness as a warm cloak 

My weariness goes wherever I go 

I speak to no one, and no one knows 

I am weary; hollow bones 

Empty bed, quiet home.