No matter the rest,
or the food that I consume,
or the changes I make to my lifestyle,
my energy ebbs and flows.
Countless times I've worked relentlessly,
focused on the task at hand.
Countless more have I found myself
lying lethargically in my bed.
Whether in sunshine,
or bathed in moonlight,
and even soaked by the rain,
my energy ebbs and flows.
Some days I can get everything done,
my list of chores shortened with each check.
And some others, more now than ever,
does that list pile into an overwhelming mountain.
No matter the day,
no matter the time,
no matter what I do,
my energy ebbs and flows.
I've worked and I've strained,
forced through the exhaustion,
and manically grasped at the times
where energy graced me once more.
No matter the struggle,
nor the people that help,
my energy ebbs and flows...
Until the day it flows no more.
About the Creator
Haley M.T.
I'm just a simple day-to-day writer just trying to get by in life. No grand past or achievements, simply a Jill-of-Some-Trades enjoying a hobby.
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