I’m Tired Now

I’m tired now...

of carrying these burdens—

not just mine,

but everyone’s.

My shoulders were mine,

but the weight—

the weight belonged

to every life I touched.

All my life,

I became someone else’s need—

a son’s spine,

a friend’s crutch,

a family's silent wall.

But never once

did someone ask—

“How are you... truly?”

Each day,

I borrowed light

to brighten others’ skies.

And the night?

The night was mine…

but sleep—

sleep never came.

There was a caravan,

yes—

hopes, noise,

faces full of love.

But me?

I walked

alone.

Even when surrounded—

I was still

alone.

At every turn,

I wore a smile,

but inside…

I bled silently.

I cried—

but within,

without sound.

People knew me,

but only

by the roles I played:

“Brother,” “Son,” “Friend,” “Husband”…

But my name?

Who ever called it…

just for me?

My existence

became a path—

for others to walk on.

No one noticed

when I began to wear thin.

I was like

a temple step—

everyone climbed

with their prayers…

but no one ever placed

a flower

for the stone beneath.

These breaths now

feel weary—

as if they ask me each night:

“May we rest now?”

I fulfilled every duty—

except to myself.

In everyone’s joy,

I erased

my own.

And now,

when I ask

for just a little space…

there is silence.

Too much silence.

All I want—

is a corner

where I can meet

my tiredness

like an old friend.

No questions.

No tasks.

Just time

to fall

into myself.

Because I’m tired—

of being strong,

of staying quiet,

of leaving myself behind

again

and again.

And if it’s not too much

to ask now…

May I live...

just a little

for me?