The Whisper

Those days. 

Yes, you know them; 

where you could scream 

and rant, 

for nothing has gone your way. 

You’ve struggled, 

you’ve wept, 

you’ve tried your best, 

you wore your brave pants 

and your ‘go-get-em’ hat. 

And yet still 

you are beaten: 

battered 

and withered 

from the pressures of life 

and circumstances. 

You’ve survived the day, 

got to the end of your tether and beyond; 

your to do list still to do. 

No voice left to shout, 

no energy left to fight 

but when sleep finally creeps in 

when slumber finally beckons 

you hear that whisper 

in your mind saying: 

“Well done! 

I’m proud of you! 

You got through today 

You are still fighting 

The morning brings a new day. 

We’ll try again tomorrow.”