Pause (a poem)

Another day, another week, another year. Sometimes it can feel like time blurs together, like life is stuck on repeat and everything keeps happening all over again and the only difference is that I’m more tired this time around but I have to keep going anyway because otherwise things will get ahead of me. This is one of the reasons it’s so important for me to stop everything, every morning, long enough to reconnect with God and remember what life is, where it comes from, and why it matters so much. That’s what this poem is about.

Pause

Once again I lay me down and
Once again I rise
Once again caffeine reminds
My head that I’m alive

And

Every day feels much the same and
Every day begins
Every day goes on and on
And every day, it ends

And

If I pause, is that allowed? And
If I pause I might lose ground and
If I pause

I might remember

Why