Try Harder

I’ve suffered. Weighted vest instead of a cilice. Toiled before an unforgiving sun. My hands shake from punching. Lower body sore throughout. A migraine failed to dissipate. And the dead tiredness I pined for, remains plainly obscure.

So I surrender to my wakefulness.

I allow myself to be alert.

As the sun sets, I sit in silence. Meditative.

Tomorrow I will try harder.

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