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My poem about the everyday struggles that can become overwhelming |
| The Rising Tide The alarm clock rings like a warning bell, A heavy start to a day I know too well. The floor feels cold, the air is thin, Wondering how to let the morning in. Each small demand is a drop of rain, A steady pulse of a quiet strain. The emails pile like a mounting wall, While I try my best to stand up tall. It’s the silent hum of the "must-do" list, The moments of peace that are easily missed. A sea of voices, a rush of feet, While I'm just trying to stay in my seat. The water rises, it reaches my chest, A weary heart in a desperate quest. To find a shore, a place to land, Away from the drift of the shifting sand. But even when the waves start to break, And I feel there’s more than I can take. I’ll find a breath, a sliver of light, To keep on swimming through the night. |
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