Stress

We all deal with stress,

Just in different forms,

Mine looks like text,

Across a white page,

Bombarded with markings,

In rainbow coloured ink,

I haven’t the faintest idea,

When to start,

I suppose I will wait a while.

 

STOP!

Procrastination snaps at me,

It wants time,

To be filled with mindless hours,

Of useless work,

Fight back the urge,

And do your work,

Do it now,

And it will go away,

Fade…

Until more arrives.

 

Stress,

Worry,

Anxiety,

Struggles,

Pain,

Torture,

We all face,

Deal with it,

And move on.

 

 

 

 

 

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Author: Henri Darkner

Life is harsh. Love is harsh. God makes it better. If I understood myself, I would not be writing this blog. Just here.

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