I am weak, and it's okay

“Sleep is for the weak,” they say.
“Your passion’s strength is all you need!”
But I am weak, and it’s okay.

A sip of tea, a breath to stray
From all the ways the world can bleed.
“Sleep is for the weak,” they say.

I help my class learn math each day.
“It will not help the world succeed.”
But I am weak, and it’s okay.

A garden blossoms, green and gay,
With care that must wax and recede.
“Sleep is for the weak,” they say.

“To lean on others takes away
Your strength! It leaves you weak! Concede!”
Then I am weak, and it’s okay.

My passion blooms in every way
When I can get the sleep I need.
“Sleep is for the weak,” they say.
Then I am weak, and it’s okay.

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