Weekend Special

Ever wish the weekend could last forever?

Photo by Mesh on Unsplash

Why am I so
Down through the week
Dragging along
It’s my bed I seek

As it wears on
This feeling grows
Gravity pulls me
Down to my toes

Get to Friday
Can barely stand
The hours pass slow
Do nothing I’d planned

Finally free
My breath deepens
Begin to waken
Why? Many reasons

Feel so alive
Spirit returns
Can finally be me
And my passions burn

Free to explore
All that moves me
Diving down deep
My thoughts amuse me

Write, ride and live
Love my kitties
Plunder my soul
Serve it up with ease

What I would give
To live this daily
Alas, this life
Doesn’t yet pay me

Author's Note:
Sometimes the weekend doesn’t just feel like a break; it feels like a return to life. This piece captures that shift. From exhaustion to fire. From obligation to expression. — Liora
voice through fire | www.liorawrites.com

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