Her Refuge

She is exhausted.
She is nowhere near done.
Her day morphs to night unchanged, save the sun moving aside for the moon.

She is spent.
She has nothing left.
She has given her all, yet again failing to hold anything in reserve.

She is empty.
She feels hollowed out.
She only wants to stop the madness and fall soundlessly into a restful sleep that will not come.

She crawls from the bed,
She approaches on hands and knees,
His eyes speak His concern long before His voice.

She does not answer Him in words.
She is too depleted to meet the intensity of His eyes.
She curls up at His feet, hugging His leg, closes her eyes and finally finds her peace.

Here, she can leave herself.
Here, there is no room for baggage.
Here, she is simply His, nothing more, nothing less, and tonight, that is all she needs.