Free form poetry that describes my stress levels.
Stress ebbs on
like the flow of the tide.
High.
Low.
High.
Low.
Just as the sinusoidal wave
floats aross my screen.
Things to do
High.
Get things done
Low.
Nothing to do
High.
Something to do
Low.
No rhyme or reason like the moon
My stress flows on under it’s own accord.
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