Pressure

In the day and society we live, there is pressure felt all around. Some time ago I woke up with this poem in my mind...

I feel the pressure; to work,

To live, to succeed, to perform.

Perform I say because

Everyone is watching.

If I am in need, there is

Not one.

If I am needed, run

I must.

Pressure, I feel the pressure.

To wife, to mother,

To lead successfully

I need a breather...

Is that okay?

Pressure I feel the pressure,

Take a moment, breath, pray,

And understand letting go

Is better than stressing.

Yes, I feel the pressure

But I cannot let it consume me.

I must breath, I must cope, I must know...

...THIS TOO SHALL PASS.

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