Exhaustion is my name,
crisis is their blatant scheme.
No rules, no breaks, no mercy—
the same storm, a ceaseless theme.

Lightning strikes in mocking laughter,
thunder sings my fate.
No shelter, no safe harbor,
just a storm that will not break.

Treading water, barely breathing,
the waves crest and crown.
Every time I reach the surface,
another hand pulls me down.

Familiar wreckage in my wake,
the tides reset the scene.
No matter where I run or hide,
the storm rewrites my dream.

Drifting in the eye of chaos,
too tired to fight the tide.
Let it take me, let it break me—
what’s one more loss inside?

But storms can break, and tides can turn,
no dark can drown the dawn.
I reach for something, anything—
one fragile hope to hold upon.

I am their light, I am their hope–
a beacon beyond their storms.
My children need from me–
A harbor safe and warm.