I have not yet waved my white flag.
I feel exhaustion and I feel defeat, I am tired of fighting and my body cannot take much more.
But I have not yet waved that white flag.
My head pounds, each thud becomes louder as it drowns out my muddled thoughts. I close my eyes in hopes of finding peace in every breath I take, but it hurts to breathe.
And the white flag has not yet been waved.
My lips quiver as I fight to hold back the tears, the first escapes and with that a flood more, harsh and unstoppable. I clench my jaw in hopes that the silence will bring some clarity, but my cry escapes without much of a fight.
And that white flag remains un waved.
I caress my fragile face with the warm tissue that is my hand and remind myself why I am still here, why, although defeat stares me blankly in the face, I have not yet waved my white flag.