So weary

#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 17

When the last shadows fell
I heaved a sigh of relief
For the gloaming night
Would soon be upon me
I can cower and hide
From the travails of life
Bury my hopes again
In layers of staid silence
And hear the shaky rhythm
Of my heart, reminding me
I am still alive!

I dive into my anxious thoughts
Almost sure I can’t face
Demons that demand much
From my spirit so frail
Yet, my valiant soul whispers
Tomorrow is set to arrive
What if your Destiny
Turns on its feet?
Then you may not feel the need
To run away from another
Grueling, defeated day!

Poetry inspired by the book cover for Charles Kingsley. The Water Babies. London: Macmillan and Co., 1886 — Source.