Inbetween all your words tumbling like laundry together,
Busy coffin squares ofdays penciled neatly in,
Determined eyes never seeing but straightahead,
Frantic insistence of deadlines,
Angry shouts at the smallestthundercloud of delay,
Sacrifices on the altar of Mammon,
Yourmust-get-one-more-thing-done-today,
Your steady RUSH, RUSH, RUSH,
Rememberto
Breathe.
Even if you ignore their existence,
Roses stillbloom.
But not forever.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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