Like a lump, sitting..maintaining.
Hard work on holiday.
Framing a life outside of this.
Press play. Pause this day.
Always the way when maintaining.
time wanes, pours to bottom of hourglass.
Glance, halt, cease to maintain…
before it’s too late-fate tires, moves on.
Locked in eternal battle–
our soul slips as it tries to maintain.
Submitted as part of One Stop Poetry’s One Shot Wednesday