October – Written January 2025 (Aged 49)

October

I am tired.
And how many times have I said that?
But I am.
I am so tired.

And since October,
tiredness has held my hands.
That’s okay—because, after all,
my anxiety understands.

I know it prefers darker plans,
because when it comes to self-view,
they’re easier to land.

I know I look tired.
I feel tired.
I am tired.

It’s as if a rag and bone man
has driven down my street
and talked about taking away my aching feet.

But then my being feels everything,
because several filters are broken.
And I never took the time
to see if I could get them fixed—
too busy chasing emotional highs
and those deadly lifts.

I know. I know we keep going,
like an army—only on foot—
and our smile is matching
the rhythm of our marching boots.

But I am tired.
I am so, so tired.
Ever since October expired.
Ever since is stole some personal loot
I am so, so tired.
But I’m not yet broken.

James Garratt – January 2025

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