Ändäwkwä̀zhà

Ändäwkwä̀zhà,
when your bones grow weary;
& the fog in your mind intensifies;
when the sleep turns stickier,
gluing your eyes shut until noon
when piles are forming from a single touch,
when every step turns heavier
and every breath turns exhausting.

Ändäwkwä̀zhà,
when you turn away
retreat inside
alone
burdened
just you, and yourself