Rushing, rushing, rushing
Pushing, pushing, pushing
Trying, trying, trying
To fit more in.
Shutting out the warning signs
Fitter
Faster
Stronger
Virtuously signalling
Absolving any sin.
Until a clumsy accident
Upsets a metatarsal
Who coughs and says politely
“You need to listen up.
I hurt, you’re tired
You need to rest
You can’t keep running circles
You need to take your own advice
And stop and fill your cup.
Cos if you don’t
I’ll get my friends
To join me in this go-slow
And you, without us
Won’t be fit to
Keep directing the show.
The show where you
Can be a star
And give the world your strengths
And love and joy
And superpowers
And go to any lengths
To make this life a brighter one
For everyone you meet…..
But listen, lady
You need us
To keep you on your feet.
To keep the show out on the road
And all the wheels a-turning
To make sure that the lights stay on
And you’re not close to burning
Out.”
Ouch.
The toe has spoken true.
And so I must agree to pause
And put me before you.
lenabellina 