Exhausted, past the point of no return
Body aches and trembles, showing no concern
Everyday things, becoming cumbersome
By the end of the day, I’m nothing but numb
Pushing the limits, with no end in sight
Why is it, I never do, what it is that’s right?
Years of abuse, to myself, I have endured
Time and time again, my life, I have poured
Into an empty shell, trying to regain strength
Knowing in my heart, I would go to any length
To make myself better, than I was, yesterday
Trying to find the path, yet, still I go astray
Refusing to be defeated, by this human shell
Embattled, with the agony, of which, I never tell
Only I can resurrect the soul so deep inside
Else I’ll shrivel up, like a flower that has died
No, I’m not ready, not quite yet, to simply wilt away
I’ll be back tomorrow, just to fight another day!
©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
Fight you must…
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Absolutely!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Love this, My Dear! Especially, loved your last lines –
“No, I’m not ready, not quite yet, to simply wilt away
I’ll be back tomorrow, just to fight another day!” Love your strength and spirit, Dear Dorinda! Hope things are well with you, Dear Friend???
xoxoxo
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Thanks so much, Chuck! I am slowly getting back to me. I have a lot of catching up to do. 🙂
xoxoxo
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So happy to hear you are doing better, My Dear!! Even if slowly and step by step. Slow is the way to go, especially in this holiday season!! Sending you sweet wishes for Health, Happiness and Love!!! I will be keeping you in my thoughts and prayers, Dear Dorinda!!!
xoxoxo
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You’re a wonder!
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I’m not sure about that, but I do try my darnedest!! 🙂
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Wonderfully written – a poem that virtually everyone can relate to! 🤗
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Thank you very much, Sara! ❤
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Love the streak of hope that runs through your lovely words Dorinda. Sending healing hugs.
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Thanks so very much, Balroop. Always looking for the light.
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Dorinda, this reads like a BOTS. I hope that you are okay. The poem is beautifully written and expresses your feelings very intensely.
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Thank you, Robbie! I have to admit, I have no idea what BOTS means.
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Sorry, Dorinda, it means based on a true story.
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Ah. Then you would be correct. It is BOTS…mine. But I fight. I’m stubborn that way. 🙂
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Yes, I thought it was yours. Healing thoughts and hugs from me.
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Thank you, dear friend. Means a lot to me, ❤
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I resonate so deeply with your words. Please take care.
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I knew you would. I am trying. Hope you are, too ❤
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Finding a pace that works for us is so difficult, especially when our spirit is full of energy.
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So true.
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Wow. My current state of mind exists within this piece. Thank you.
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Nice to see you, buddy! Thank you.
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So many people struggle with these emotions. Well told, Dorinda. I hope you’re having a wonderful holiday season. ❤
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Sadly, yes, Diana, too many! I am looking forward to 2020… ❤
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Me too. This is a hard time of year for me – I get exhausted despite the happy moments. 🙂
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It’s the exhaustion I can do without. Maybe it’s the fact that all the big holidays are so close together. We never really get a chance to catch our breath. 🙂
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Exactly.
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❤
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