I’ll do a little thing today
to make it better than yesterday
look at it…
it’s all too much
but, see here — one piece at a time,
one bit, two bits, three
and I’ll change everything
in the fight against entropy,
it is a slow, steady battle
of wits and attitude and patience
it involves doing the hard thing,
again and again
until there are fewer hard things,
and then, you can just sort of live again
the dresser is dusty — dust it
the counter is dirty — clean it
your heart is wounded — stitch it
your mind is haunted — talk…
talk to me, talk to her, talk to him
talk to them, talk to the people that matter
talk in wide bursts of truth
despite how terrifying it all is
then, press on
do a little thing, and another
and, in time, maybe you can step back
and see a big, beautiful picture again
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Garbage Notes:
This poem is about feeling overwhelmed with all the adult things you have to do in a day. I wrote it as a reminder to myself to just try to do one thing at a time. Even if it’s a small thing. It’s much easier to do a little bit here and there than try to do everything all at once.