POEM: Eustress

 

I stress that eustress

is the best stress.

From time to time,

I must confess

I’ve made a mess

 doing more

succeeding less.

In a mad dash to impress,

badgered by self-duress,

taking matters to excess,

brewing up toxic distress.

Assess,

progress,

but don’t obsess.


[Poem 1: National Poetry Month]

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