On those days when the glass is showing half empty
when all those around you are pulling you down–
and your troubles weigh heavy, you feel yourself sinking
then the current grabs hold and you’re sure you will drown.
So you wave the white flag, but nobody sees it
and you cry out for help but you can’t make a sound,
you’re spinning your wheels without any traction–
you’re treading in place and just can’t get things done.
The harder you’re working, the less you accomplish
and there’s always an order, another demand—
who gets the first dibs when there’s so much to do
whichever you choose is apt to be wrong;
and you’re doing your damndest to try to keep up
as another requestor wants instant response...
On these days when you’re drained and the glass is half empty
try to remember the wolves kept at bay
the demands that you’ve met, and the dragons you slew
that each thing accomplished is one less to do...
take a breath, take a moment, unwind and refuel:
half empty/half full...it’s all in the view.
© Ginny Brannan 2023
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