space to breathe

Somehow the hardest thing to do

Is give yourself a break

Take time off

Take a rest

You rush from here to there

Toil, toil, toil

Until you are so depleted

Eyes sag of tiredness

Back aching for a rest

Mind thirsting for solace

But still you go on
Cutting through the forest of to do

You tell you self ‘I will rest when am done’

Instead you continue

Until the definition of life is stress

© Cleopatra Chipo Kuuya 2013