Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Piles


History

on top of

English

on top of

Government

on top of (more)

English

on top of

Theatre

on top of (more)

Theatre

on top of

Clubs

Organization and

Church


Stacked and towering on

worry about

cute people

(oh so many cute people)

faraway family

(I can’t wait to see you)

vanishing friends

(no time to sleep let alone talk)


All precariously

balanced

on

very

small

shoulders.


I am constantly

dodging

the pot-holes of life


Hoping


the pile doesn’t fall,

I don’t trip,

and maybe, someday,

I’ll find my ‘You’

2 comments:

  1. I really like this one. It evokes the precarious balance I am always mangaging. I hope you are not feeling quite as anxious as it makes me feel. At least not all the time! ;-)

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  2. Thanks!! I'm glad you like it. The precarious blaance is what I was going for.

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