Trapped in a nine to five, boxed in at the corners when I’m really more of a triangle,

Each day a mixture of joy and frustration, wondering if life is what we make of it or if we are what it makes of us.

Trying to keep the bad from leaking into the good, 

Brain stop it! Shut down, decompress.

But it ticks, ticks, ticks away, thinking thoughts left over from the day.

So many things I’d like to do if I had my druthers,

Instead of paperwork and obligations

I’d like to hold hands and listen to stories, learn from the wisdom of those who came before me

I may have medicine in my mind, but they have lives lived, truths achieved

While I search for reprieve 

Deep breath and sigh, continue to do my best, try. 

Wishing that clocks would disappear and time would flow at the exact speed it takes to listen to everyone in turn,

To be a human first.