I Am So Tired…

 I am so tired now,

of carrying burdens

that were never named mine—

but still became mine.

I’ve walked

through a lifetime

of storms and shadows,

shouldering

every unspoken need

like it was a vow

etched in silence.

A caravan moved beside me,

yes...

but I walked it

alone.

Alone

on roads filled with people,

but none who saw

me.

They saw my strength.

They leaned on it.

But no one asked—

“Who holds you

when you fall?”

My path was always my own,

unshared,

unseen.

And I—

I walked it faithfully,

like a ghost

in his own story.

Everywhere,

they were there—

those I helped,

those I loved…

but I?

I was nowhere to be found.

My name

was never spoken

as a question of care.

Only as a utility—

a function,

a solution,

a tool.

I became

everyone’s answer…

but never

my own.

I carried the weight

of a thousand lives—

their needs,

their dreams,

their storms.

And mine?

I left them somewhere…

buried beneath

a smile

no one questioned.

Now I search—

not for a reward,

not for thanks.

But for a moment…

where I can breathe

without guilt.

Where I can just be…

without serving,

without fixing,

without being needed

by anyone

but myself.

Is there such a place?

Where I don’t have to carry

the world?

Because I am tired—

tired beyond the body,

tired in the soul,

tired of being

everything

for everyone

but me.

And if there is a sky

where I can lay this burden down,

then please—

let me rest

beneath it.

Let me…

finally…

just exist.