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Spoons

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I woke up
faced with my limitations
A body yesterday
so tired it physically was done
No energy to even open my eyes
Spent
How can I explain being that tired
What are the words
All I can do is reach for the spoons
She told me I get ten spoons a day
There is no adrenaline
to push past ten spoons
When you use them they are gone
You can’t get extras
Your body is done
Exhausted, depleted, empty, drained
And now I understand

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  • A white woman with short hair wears round glasses and a black sweater. She gazes at the camera. The photo is in black and white.

    Amba Elieff has been a closet poet most of her life. She has always used poetry as a way of capturing the challenges and celebrations of life. She writes about the little things and big things that make up life.