Poem for Semester Crunch Time

by Peter

I must do. I shall do.

I shall do. I can do.

I can do. I must do.

I cannot. I may not. I must do.

***

And so I, straining, strive,

Pursued by what is ahead,

Fearing future fear,

By the past exhausted, gasping

To that from which by which

I am, throbbing, propelled.

Pushed by the pull,

I, panicked, careen

Toward my fears’ fulfillment.

***

What was, was.

What is, is.

What will be, will be.

So all things are.

Be still, my heart and learn that stranger language,

Peace.

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