Burnout

Coughing up phlegm

Heart weighing on my chest, begging to be relieved

Eyes strained from making sense of direction

I’ve worked to the point where it all leads one way…

Never enough

Strive for more

Make those plans

What happened to the plans from five years before?

Where did they go?

To ---

Snap out of it

Every day is a new beginning

So they say

Time to “right” what was “wronged”

Whatever that means

What if my goal isn’t rightness?

But freedom?