Work has been running me ragged. From teaching at school all day, to my classes in the evenings, to my own workouts, all mixed in with wedding planning madness. In the hurried lunacy of it all I wrote this poem:

Sickandtired

Sick

Tired

Sickandtired eternally glued together

Cramped and Amped both at the same time

Sleep eludes me but exhaustion overwhelms me

Body and mind

Together as one but head fights the heart

And the heart fights the head

Why can’t I find the solace I need?

Why can’t I find the balance that I try to weave?

Trying to begin, I finally find a place to start.

The ending is only the beginning I find

I guess this is where I no longer survive

I now thrive