For The Overwhelmed: A Poem

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Dishes in the sink piled high,
I can't keep up
No matter how hard I try.
Hair in the bathtub.
Gray dust behind the door.
Outdoor debris
Scattered across the floor.
Drip stains on the counters.
The fridge needs to be stocked.
Plants need to be watered.
I can't find time to mop.
I can only hold so many pots and pans.
Chores and plans.
In my two tiny hands.


This week I felt burdened by everyday minutiae. I survived it, with the help of my husband. And then I took the weekend off and spent most of it writing and reading.

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