Poetry

I’m running

Out patience to just let things slid off my back.

I don’t want to play nice anymore for it feels like I get nowhere fast.

And I suffer more when I choose to do more than I can handle.

Because I want to get all done and not worry about it the next day.

When will I stop and just walk away and let them figure it out on their own.

That’s the question I may not ever answer.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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