I am Tired

1.
The first time I came to know beauty,
Reaching through thin crevices fingers swollen with blood.
Jumping high had proved to be too much
For this frail body.
Beauty came to me in the shape of a face held between the palms of my hands.
I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.

2.
I never thought that after all this fighting,
I would come to realize that
I wasn’t ready to go.
Wasn’t ready to part with the worldly things I called my own.
I fought so hard for perfection
And when the time came to
Be perfect
I found I wasn’t strong
Enough.
Enough. I am tired.
Let me sleep.