My assignment for the week

Waiting patiently

I’m tenaciously

Regarding all things anxiously

And from within

I feel the sin

Of sloth consume voraciously

My hopes and feels

My grand ideals

Crumble away so graciously

To make more room

For all my fears

Which bolsters doubts salaciously

What an ordeal

I pray it’s not real

My mind conjures pictures of wounds that won’t heal

My heart I must steel

When foresight reveal

The mountains of problems with which I must deal

My potential, torrential, the thought existential

The pressure is building release is essential

Essentially dooming myself to regret

I need to be patient

I’m not patient yet