Take a break.
But I can't, not with this pile of to-dos.
Every second feels endless,
almost like I'm running on a loop.
How could I possibly even think
of putting down my pen and kicking up my feet?
There's a deadline on the calendar
8 am sharp next week.
Everything feels so out of my league,
way out of my caliber.
Take a break.
She says to me each time
I complain of never getting to sleep at night.
The bags grow under my eyes
as the energy within me dies.
I can no longer fight,
so I simply give up.
I've tried and I've tried.
It's time to raise the white flag, enough's enough.
I rest, despite my still full plate
and I wake up by daybreak.
The sun's rays are in my face
by the crack of dawn.
They sing as I yawn
not of exhaustion--but of relief.
I return to my desk and my overflowing planner
and have my seat and continue the chapter.
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