Fatigue

It comes in many forms:
a syndrome all its own;
a fashion choice for waging war;
the state of being overloaded,
stressed, worn out. Fatigue
has found me on a Monday,
early job upon the heels of staying
up too late the night before
and sleeping poorly. Surely if
I rest this evening, get some
protein in my system (pizza
counts as protein, right?), and
savor chardonnay in moderation,
I'll be ready to zip up the
uniform of quite another sort
of battle, and face tomorrow's
troubles well-equipped.

(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013