Weary
Oh, weary head, rest now. Tomorrow you rise again, lifting the weight no one sees. Be strong. Steel yourself. Others depend on the steadiness you borrow from your own bones. You must lead, not waver. But oh, weary head, when the night slips in, you break. You cry, you beg, you plead. Your eyes close and the terrors unfasten themselves, crawling out from the corners of your mind. You run. You hide. You flee, a hunted thing in your own dreams. There is no escape. Oh, weary head. Yet the sun cracks the horizon, gold flooding through the fractures, and somehow, you begin again
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