Stress


Stress, stress, stress-
Always circling the thoughts in my head
Like a tsunami that consumes you
or a cloud pouring out rain.
I work to strive, not strive to work-
The words in my head telling me what it’s worth
A better future and achieving my dreams
A whirlwind of success I wish to believe.
At the end, the overthinking and anxiety
will all be worth it.
Somewhere along the coast of the sea
will be my dreams waiting for me.

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