Refill.

As my body shivers,
As tiredness overtakes me,
I start to feel the pressure.
I know how a trigger breaks me.
I consider all my options,
To let my bruised soul heal.
I know I walk alone.
You don’t ‘get’ how it makes me feel.
That’s not the bit that hurts.
It’s the fact you will not try,
When that’s what I do for you,
And have done as years passed by.
When the road is hardest going,
You make it single lane.
I fought so long to accompany you,
But my energy begins to wane.
For now I will withdraw,
And try to refill my glass.
I will refrain from biting back,
I owe myself some class.