Rush, rush
hurry, hurry
always feel like
I’m running out
Out of time
Out of money
out of food
out of patience
out of medicine
will there be enough?
Enough friends?
I feel isolated
alone
Grab all you can
while you can
before it’s all gone
grab this, take
this, eat that
No, wait
“Wait? No time.”
I’m running out
there’s not enough
Oh, no! I forgot…
I need, I want
to get away
But tied down
I can’t, please don’t
ask. I don’t know
how. It’s all just
a little too much
too much hurry
too much worry
I just can’t
This is what it feels like in your head when you’re always afraid of running out of time, of things, essentials, what we need for basic survival. We call the United States first world, land of plenty, but people hold on to things, money, chasing after stuff like there isn’t enough to go around. This is how everyone feels sometimes and it’s one of the hardest fears to get past. The more we think it, of course, the more we become it. It’s kind of where I am right now, trying to teach myself that whatever I need will be there and I don’t have to do it all alone.
That poem really does express that. there’s an old book that pretty much says it all in the title, “Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff: and it’s all small stuff”. Of course, I don’t think it’s literally “all” “small stuff” but a lot of it is. It can be hard to let go and move on when things aren’t going as expected.
All the best.
By: JoyceD on January 13, 2012
at 5:25 pm