As fear starts to wane,
Tiredness emerges.
Then sleeplessness and real life,
Collides and merges.
I want to take a moment,
To breathe in ever so deep,
But I must be the foundation.
The routine you need, we keep.
I try and squeeze in moments,
To keep my own wheel turning,
But you're still recouperating,
And it's safety for which you are yearning.
So, I am here, half present,
Existing in a tired plane.
Preparing my weary soul,
For another night of the same.
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