I am tired. So tired. But strangely energized.
I am sad. So sad. But I lie here with a tearful smile of contentment.
I am achy. So achy. But walk with a spring in my step.
I feel something amiss, but I am fulfilled.
I could burst into tears. My cat pokes my belly that’s covered in the blood red blanket. Her purr drowns out the voices.
I should. But I won’t.
I could. But I can’t.
I wonder. And hope.