The piles grow above her head
More and more tasks and work
Furiously she works to clear them out,
One by one, only to be replaced by three more
The cycle is unending, no finish line to see
But the sun is shining and flowers in bloom
So instead she begins to plan her escape.
Tunneling through the mountain,
Finally finding a route to take.
She takes a few final steps,
addressing only the most important,
Sets on her responses to do not disturb
And makes her way out into the light.
April 15, 2022 – DRM