I give up...

She was tired.
Bone tired.
Soul tired.
Tired of working and striving for nothing.

Tired of getting no credit.
Tired of the grind.
Of the slog.

Of the pain.

So she gave up.

She gave up shoes that didn't fit.
Food that didn't taste good.
Dreams that were never hers.

She gave up artwork that didn't move her.

Books that bored her.
Music that didn't make her weep or dance...

She gave up hopelessness

Helplessness 

And friendships that never were.

She is rested.
Awake.

Aware.

Reaching for everything she wants.

Amazed at the world around her.

Striding forward.

Confident.
Content.

She gave up.