Coping

Thu, 08/06/2015 - 01:32 -- hlarsen

My heart fills with fear--

constricting-- tightening--

as the deadline draws near.

Time too precious to waste;

stress envelops me

as I work in haste.

 

No time to play,

no time to talk

for I must work away--

there is still much to be done

and little time for delay

 

However-- in the end--

all of my hard work

allows me to ascend--

to collect hard-earned perks

and experience a keen sense of accomplishment--

all of my qualms put to an end

for the greatest achievements,

whether they are verbal, physical, or penned,

come with dedication.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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