
Coping
My heart fills with fear--
constricting-- tightening--
as the deadline draws near.
Time too precious to waste;
stress envelops me
as I work in haste.
No time to play,
no time to talk
for I must work away--
there is still much to be done
and little time for delay
However-- in the end--
all of my hard work
allows me to ascend--
to collect hard-earned perks
and experience a keen sense of accomplishment--
all of my qualms put to an end
for the greatest achievements,
whether they are verbal, physical, or penned,
come with dedication.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world