Exhaustion Stories

It's hot out. The sun was blazing. Not ten minutes into the journey and it broke down. Now I'm on foot. Sweat dripped from my forehead. Cars passed me by. They honked and waved. Do they stop and help? Oh No, they just drove by. Some laughed at my situation. I had to press on regardless. She had to have it. So I got it for her. Now I'm stuck. The journey must be completed. A man has to do, what a man has to do. Mowing an a...

There's a pain I have inside; I try so hard to hide;I hold on tight and bury it deep;But there's just so long that it will keep;Then in a flash the tears flow free;And continue till they empty me;I'm left as lifeless as an old rag doll;Exhausted and worn till I'm nothing at all.

At last, I am home after months away,Long months that at times have seemed more like years,When home and comfort were just a mirage;Hard months living out of an old rucksack,Battered and worn after years on the road,Much like me, I suppose, old and worn out.As an aid worker for a charity,I thought I had seen it all, South Sudan,The West Bank and Gaza Strip, Lebanon,So many places, so much suffering,Faces prematurely aged,...