I cried today.
it wasn’t bad
nor was it good
But I wasn’t sad.
i was tired, bone weary, dipped, inert.
exhausted, plain sleepy, wrung out, not alert.
sonambulant, just dozy, fatigued and clapped out
knackered and frazzled, my brain had checked out.
if Inuit have zillions of words to mean ‘snow’
i wonder how many versions of ‘tired’ mothers know?
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