Rushing,
writing,
back and forth,
again and again.
Rushing,
reading,
up and down,
around and around.
There’s always something new
that I’m scurrying through.
A new hobby here and there,
it can be quite a lot to bear.
So much on my mind,
I keep attempting to find
something bright and bold,
but I’m beginning to fold,
under the pressure and weight.
Is this my fate?
I’m rushing,
writing,
back and forth,
again and again.
I’m rushing,
reading,
up and down,
around and around.
I want to experience a ton,
and yes, it’s quite fun.
I’ll continue to do
and continue to bloom.
-Minah H. (yours truly)
rushing and writing, through and through