Overwhelmed and tired,
I couldn’t quite pull
the threads of my life
together. I was fresh out
of the strength
to

cope.

Hope
was holding on
for dear life.

Patience left
out the back door,
twenty minutes before
grief and despair arrived
with dinner.

They bought sandwiches.
I told them to come back
in the morning with coffee
and donuts

I let the day go and went to bed.

(Written in May, 2013 and left unpublished. I guess I just couldn’t on that day. Found and published today with trivial editing.)