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Recorded Reading (1:39): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/l0logh3kjvnn6visbz52y/So-Tired.mp3?rlkey=qa2ka3z1vntakmucy121baep9&dl=0

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So Tired

So tired, I think about it for a while
Before these muscles, rank and file,
Summon the procedure for a smile

So tired, it seems, to lift my arm
Gather the shawl that keeps me warm,
Carelessly done, might do me harm

So tired, this poet, in such pain
No viability regain
Put life together back again

Matters not inwardly bless
Those who caused this deep duress
Physicality express

Defender of the loving Word
Injured, recovers afterward
Resting by her useless sword,

In case it’s up she’s called to get
Not able to recover yet
A scratched and scarred and shrapneled vet

Perhaps she never, grateful, will
Come to a place she might be still
With words her empty pages fill

Without combating dread fatigue
So intense it’s hard to speak
Spent, exhausted, faded, weak

Oh, she hopes she might be wrong
Will find herself singing her song
Among those with whom she belong

Struggles not give in to fears
Nor indulge in useless tears
Though this dream has been old for years and years…

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Until removal of the stalker/targeter/vandal/arsonist following her allows her to approach any landlord ~ even for a private parking space ~ and to begin once again to create professional connections and to rebuild her life, this poet presently lives homeless and at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level ~ still working seven days a week to contribute to her society, however.

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