Unpleasant Environment

I hate this place.

This place where I struggle;

To find comfort,

To find motivation,

To find productivity,

To find joy.

 

I shift and stir,

Awaiting my next break,

From this place.

Awaiting tomorrow,

Awaiting comfort,

Awaiting the ever-closer…salvation.

 

It may take weeks,

I might be here months more,

But at least I have,

A hope.

A hope of escape.

 

A Step Away

A period of silence,

Of healing,

Of sadness,

Of yearning—deep yearning.

 

A distance to close,

A glass wall so thin,

A move away,

Yet a chasm at once.

 

Do I want this?

It’s for my health.

Do I dare shatter the wall?

It’s there to protect me.

 

But how can I…

What do I…

When will I…

 

Will I?

Am I?

 

What?

 

Backlogs

Backlogs, how I love thee.

The thought of saving up,

And then having lots to do,

At once.

This thought,

I love.

It brings me joy.

 

- Lily