What you make of it

I am exhausted
I stare at blank pages looking for meaning
Not making any sense of what is before me
Too tired to try

Where should I turn
Who can hear me without hearing their own
truths louder
Is there a safe place to put this load down
and rest awhile

I need distance
Call it a breather, a chance to regroup
It's not important what name you give it
it is a pause

I'm not quitting
I am far too stubborn to give up, give in
The joy I am seeking is just around the corner
I know it is

I'm sure it is