Poetry

18.

Eyes so heavy from the
weight of overthoughts,
body so tired from the
standing work it’s got.
What is a break?
Is that when rest happens,
or when stress happens?
Does the mouth snack,
or do the bones crack?
Too many breaks breaks productivity,
no breaks breaks the spirit.
I like my spirit.
I’ma take a five, boss.

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