When The Spoons Run Out

When the Spoons Run Out

When the spoons run out-what do you do?

Do you push yourself until it's too late, Or do you otter yourself a little grace, When pain and weakness strike you in the face?

When the spoons run out.

When you must keep going for family's sake— To teach, to love, to provide what they need-You wear strength like a mask so no one sees How every breath, every ounce, aches.

When the spoons run out.

The mind twists—why me, why now?

You plead for just one more moment of ease, One more day where you're not brought to your knees.

But the body whispers no somehow.

When the spoons run out.

What can you tell the ones you love?

Will they understand the quiet fight, The battle hidden in the light-The strength it takes to rise above, When the spoons run out?

Will they ever refill again?

Is it rest? Is it meds? What's the key?

The balance between who you were And who you're forced to be-When the spoons run out.

So give yourself grace, weary soul,

When the spoons run out.

You are not your pain, not your fall, But the courage that keeps showing up-Even when the spoons run out.