Going through the motions of living

 is exhausting

Smiling, laughing, sleeping, 

eating, working out

Cooking, gardening,

walking, talking everything

Is exhausting.

We pretend to be busy

We pretend to be fine

We pretend life is okay

We pretend we are

having a good time

But

It is so exhausting.

I don’t remember a time

When I was not exhausted

I don’t know when it happened

This poem is supposed to rhyme

But see what has happened.

The mind knows

Even when the body tries to fool it

The cold logic trumps the burning emotions 

However, much we try to fool our selves 

We know.

But do we have an option?

Some way to avoid the pain

Anything to forget the hurt

Everything we do is in vain.

One day, we find ourselves 

walking in the rain

It is exhausting

It is so exhausting.

Not walking in the rain

But,

Trying to outrun our pain

It is exhausting

It is so exhausting.