Being Myself

Too many duties, far too many commitments

And a mad desire to fulfil them all

An unwillingness to disappoint anyone

Other than the self

As one rushes frenzied between tasks and people

Trying not to let the thought of self questioning

And the desire for a personal space

Drown out the attempt to see others happy

Moments of snatched joy

Emanating from the knowledge of a task well attempted

And, even if fleeting, moments to cherish

Infused with acknowledgements drawn or surmised

Fighting wildly against their momentary presence

And a lack of fulfilment made obvious

Seen for what it seeks to represent

Expectations and hopes that dwarf life

And the person struggling to fulfil them