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At the end of the day

I feel spent. 

I feel disheartened

that I got so upset. 

That I let the little things 

get to me

and I yelled. 

I murmured unkind words

under my breath. 

I thought things 

I hate to admit.  

I wanted to get in my car

and drive away. Fast. 

At the end of the day 

I reflect. 

I want so badly 

to be better. 

I want to live 

the way I know I should. 

To break through all the noise 

To just love on those boys 

To feel a heart full of joy

At the end of the day.