Rubbing The Tiredness
Poetry
Published in
Dec 25, 2022
Staring at the exhausted eyes
I am rubbing my face
one time, slowly, like waiting for a beautiful wonder
two times, quickly, like patience is too intricate to bear
three times, roughly, like brushing off the dirt
four times, carelessly, like seeking the limit
five, six, or seven times, rhythmically, like repeating a prayer
last time, soothingly, like finishing up something delicate
Staring at the tired eyes
I am turning around.
© 2022 Indah Maulida
