Peeling the Grime Off

Wed, 10/05/2016 - 18:24 -- Mirus

Under the weight of college years I doubt even Atlas would be strong.

By the week's end I feel coated in a slime of anxiety and exhaustion.

To feel like myself again, to get the creak and crack out of my neck and back I make a hot bath.

Curled up in my beanbag I call my cat over; treats help.

I have my tea and a bunch of books and my headphones.

All is quiet and it's rejuvenating to think of nothing for a while.

An overbusy mind is never healthy or productive.

This poem is about: 


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741