mountains of papers,
boxes of many things unchecked.
the weight a million undone tasks
upon the shoulders.

hands run through hair,
frustration pushing at the seams.
things seem to keep coming,
too much to do.

when will i ever get a breath?
when will it end?

i sleep,
but my dreams yell of tension.
i force a rest,
but muscles fake ease.

i wish to take a match to the mountain,
to smell the smell of smoke.
i wish to grow wings and fly,
to taste the taste of air unburdened.

can time stand still?
only for a moment.
if only to unpack that weight.

But then a placed message turned Testimony catches my eye
And i fold my hands in prayer and Breathe.
And taste the taste of air.
i trust in the one who saves me.
i trust in the name of the Lord.

And i am reminded that
Everything is the Lord's.