I am tired of the hurt.
I am tired of the pain.
I am tired of the sorrow running through my vein.
I am tired of this year.
I am tired of the fear.
I am tired of waiting for the happiness to appear.
I slowly look around at the sights.
I slowly look into the lights
I awake to a warmth in spite of the hurt that once was.
There are tears, shed over many beers.
There is food and there is comfort.
There is a sigh that I no longer have to lie.
For tomorrow has come and I am no longer glum
I am finally free.
Free to be me.