Tapped Out

I could sleep for days
And drown my exhaustion
In goblets of wine.
The last number of
Months have taken its
Toll on everything I am.
Mom, manager, daughter, wife.
The pretense of control
Feels elusive though I
Try to hide it.
Summer is here.
I made it to the finish line.
Time to rest
My tapped out soul.

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