Some days

Some days, there are just some days,
When it feels like you've been to war
Trying to be timid when needed
Yet strong when confronted

Coming out, barely alive,
Thought I won, or have I?
Yet the spirit feels more broken,
Torn to pieces, so it seems

Crawling, wanting to rest
Come, sleep, claim me!
Let this tiredness wash away, wash away!
And let me find tomorrow a fresh, new day