It's ok to be weary
     tired
     exhausted
     spent
     worn out
     done
it doesn't feel ok, of course, to be weary.
     I know it doesn't feel ok,
     and so does your co-worker, neighbor, and friend.
     Your boss knows too, but probably won't let on.
          Work needs to get done, of course.
     You see, we all know it, about weariness,
          but we hide it behind our caffeinated smiles
     and perky social media profiles
     and conjured-up can-do attitudes.

But it is ok. You have permission.
To be weary
     tired
     exhausted
     spent
     worn out
     done 
Because life ... is hard
     especially when you're going it all alone
     or your kids are suffering and you just can't make it better
     or you have to be in many places at once
     or you work in unbearable conditions (but you need the paycheck)
     and you can't, just can't, hold it all together
And that kind of hard makes you weary
     and maybe a little grouchy
     and withdrawn
     and distracted
     and not who you want to be

It's ok to be weary
     to bear the side effects of living, of working, of loving, of giving,
     of outpouring, of stretching, of trying really hard.

It's ok to be weary
     you're carrying a lot. A whole lot.
     Of course you're weary
     and cry in the rest room
     or have those moments where you won't allow yourself to cry
          because if you start crying you're not sure how it'll end
     Of course you're weary
          You nearly lose your shit before pulling it all together 
          so that you can keep on keeping on, weary or not,
     because it's all you can do.

Weary is your option, 
     because stopping, quitting, giving up, caring less
     is not an option.
It's ok to be weary
     tired
     exhausted
     spent
     worn out
     done
You're making it, you're a survivor, you're stronger than you think,
     one weary step at a time.