by: Rebecca Taylor
I sit behind the mounds of paperwork,
Wondering how much longer it is going to take,
I’ve got to finish it,
If I don’t there’ll be even more tomorrow,
And that pit I’m trying to overcome
Will get that much deeper.
I gaze out the window,
The sun is shining brightly like the star that led the wise men,
On Christmas Eve so many years ago.
If only it would rain,
Then I wouldn’t mind being inside so much.
I’ve got too much to do before the end of the year,
I will not let this sinking feeling consume me
Like a fire that’s out of control.
I’ve got to put pen to paper,
Stop thinking about all the things I could do outside.
I have to make this overwhelming feeling hide,
I can finish this,
There is my agenda overflowing with work,
It could be the cup of coffee my dad fills too full every morning.
I cannot let myself dig my hole any deeper,
I must push on like a tired solider.
The time moves so slowly like it’s wounded,
It is getting harder to work and I fear I will never finish,
But deep down I know that no matter how slow,
The turtle goes eventually the race is won,
And the abyss fills in like a puddle on a rainy day.