Deadlines

Tabs upon tabs sit on the screen, piercing me with guilt.

But what can I say?

Deadlines are there for a reason but I just don’t feel it hitting me.

Like that tidal wave that hits the shore at the golden hour,

or reality coming down like a meteor shower.

Thick grey clouds send droplets from the sky telling me to be brave and give it a try,

That I’m not alone in this battle,

but instead with a pillow and cushions by my side.

And this confidence gives a spark to shine as I close these tabs that torment this mind of mine.

I feel glad, I feel proud. I have despite my doubts,

fulfilled these tasks as emotions begin to sprout.

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