In moments like this when I am so weary I imagine the weariness seeping through my bones to my marrow…I am most vulnerable to despair, tears and a loss of faith and patience…when it seems all I have given is not enough and I have no idea where the exra is going to come from…mostly I just wish my mum would cradle me and shelter me from all these hyenas who never have enough of me or from me…but then again it could be the fatigue talking…

 

I mean  this will pass…

 

 

…it has to….