Exits

I am spent.
I’ve given so much
for so long
with no reward.
So many years behind me.
So few ahead.
And no anchor.
A soulmate?
I believed in such a thing
once.
I could tell you everything
I believed
once.
But I don’t believe
Anything
now.
I’ve forgotten so much more
than I remember.
I saw us together.
Until we weren’t.
I see nothing now
no matter how hard I look.
I am so tired now.
I have so little
To say.
So little to feel.
So little to offer.
But I’ve tried so hard
for so long.
And now I am so small,
a tiny bit of a
wandering giant.
Please make me believe
again
In all the things
I used to.
I sit in a quiet room now.
So many doors.
So little strength.
I sit
In the center of a room
with so many exits
and no strength
to approach
any.