Exhaustion is Nothing
Exhaustion is
exhausting
Like a barking dog, I’m afraid
but I don’t know of what
Something out there
I don’t know what it is
So—
do I keep barking?
Panting, breathing, wondering, needing
to know what’s going on
What’s out there/what’s in here
with Me?
I’m afraid of what I can’t see
If I just
Feel
my way to the light
Moth-like, quick
fluttering bursts of flight
Slowly, quavering up and down, up and down
I can sense that yes, there is something there
Instead of what/nothing, there is something
I do not know what, but
At least
There is something
Two weeks ago on my way to school, I looked up to find I was driving. Hurtling down the freeway, cars on all sides. What was I doing, I asked myself. Propelling down a familiar trajectory I felt . . . nothing. Can you be aware enough to travel a well-worn path while simultaneously being unaware enough to notice nothing at all? I learned in that moment that the answer was yes. As a social work student, I love the idea of self-awareness; all problems and questions in life can usually be made simpler and more manageable via the process of self-examination. As an idealist, I also love self-awareness because it helps in living life to the fullest–maximizing the opportunities that life offers you. My exhaustion on this particular day was so great that I felt as I was driving aimlessly; not just in my car, but in life. I was so tired that I could not “see” beyond the moment I was in. A dotted white line, the pac-man maze of cars, and me. It was one of those moments in which you can either slap yourself in the face and snap out of it or slip downward into a comfortable and familiar spiral of despair and apathy for the day (blah, blah, nothing matters, I’m in a bad mood and I’m going to stay that way). What did I do? I slapped myself enough to move over three lanes and make my exit, parked my car, got on my bike, rode to my weekly counseling appointment and safely broke down into a soft pile of tears and self-consciousness.
Thank God for therapy.

October 6, 2008 at 8:27 pm
Hello,
My name is john munonye you can view my poem on nwabritish.wordpress.com
I’m a poet and a Novel writer, I hope we can be friends and share some knowledge together.
Thanks
October 7, 2008 at 6:28 am
When you’re exhausted beyond belief by emotional work and the monotony of it all, just remember your friends love you!