stressed out
pressed out
spread thin as
melted butter
dries into hard
charred toast
(cheap toaster,
get what you
pay for, huh?)
calendar days
overlap, overfill
with uneventful
events (or ever
errant errands);
can’t clear any
cluttered squares
for open spaces
just to breathe.
responsibilities
worry like dog
that won’t let go
of old stale bone;
just bury them
(in moist garden
with earthworms
in dirt) dig ’em up
later, composted.
body is inflamed
system attacks own
internal flora/fauna
(acidic thoughts
exacerbate cycle:
over-react or
stuff fears deep?)
irritated colon tries
to digest itself.
is it possible
to self-correct
immuno-hyper-vigilantis?
“Therefore we do not lose heart. though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”
2 Corinthians 4:16-18
a poem in my pocket 