I’m tired

[GHill]

I am tired today.
Tired of the no's.
Tired of the wrong turns.
Just... tired.

Tired of the comparisons that echo in my mind.
Tired of the failures that feel like stains I can't wash off.
Just tired.

Tired of trying—
of pushing, pulling, pretending I'm okay.
Tired of giving effort that never seems enough.
Just tired.

Tired of the noise—outside, inside, everywhere.
Tired of the struggle—that silent war beneath the smile.
Just... tired.

But—
I keep going.

Because somewhere in this heaviness,
there's a whisper that says:
"Get up."
So I do.

Tomorrow, I will rise.
Not because I'm rested,
not because it's easy—
but because something calls me not to quit, refuses to let me quit.

Even though I'm tired...
I will do it again.

Even though I fail,
and fall,
and falter—
I will do it again.

Even though I am measured and found wanting,
compared and dismissed—
I will do it again.

Even when the effort feels wasted,
when the room is loud,
when the silence is louder—
I will do it again.

Even though the struggle breaks me in places no one sees...
I will.
I will.
I will do it again.

Because strength isn't always loud.
Sometimes it whispers through tears:
"Just one more try."

And that's enough.
So again...
And again...
And again—
Even though I'm tired,
I will do it again.