Weary Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

The seasons fall and rise
Takes a lot to surprise me;
So many winters
Have I seen.
I’ve soared with eagles
Yet life can still wound,
Make this heart bleed;
Turn me around right quick
Drive a stake through my heart.
It can crush breath from lung
Utterly crash me, ugly and hard.
And it takes me longer to rise.
Bruised and bloody I may be,
But I do still rise
Get past the pain;
Start all over again.
I have to wonder why this is so.
Old habits I suppose
Makes me stand up to the blows.
How I wish sometimes I could just let go;
Lay me down in soft grasses
Among flowers
And put this old baby
Down for a nice long rest.
Sometimes life makes me so weary.