Burning Up, Burning Out

Project Blog It

He rises, tired, in the dark. Tired before he's even begun the long day of using up energy that is already running at a deficit.

The burden of life, work, and responsibility carried in his slow steps in the early morning, he pads about the dark knowing each step, finding what he needs, without light, having done it the day before, and the day before that, and the day before that.

There is something peaceful about the quiet, early, dark mornings. Moving about in the stillness, long before the rest of the world rises, he finds a sense of ease. At these all too brief moments, the peace and stillness of the morning finds its way to his soul. It is that peacefulness that enables him to draw forth the strength to begin fully the long day ahead.

He moves about his day, running here and there. He fulfills his responsibilities, those he's agreed to willingly and those placed upon him, with faithfulness and dedication. Those responsibilities fill the day as the sun rises, erasing the dark that began his day, until it hides once again returning the world to stillness.

He ends his day as he began it, in the dark. He falls into bed, tired. Tired from a long day begun too early, filled with too much work and responsibility. Tired from a tired that had never really left, but was only hidden. To rest for a few hours, only to rise, tired, in the dark, to begin another day.


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Next week's prompt: If voting really made a difference, it would be illegal.