NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Spring Break

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

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