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.