piles up like papers
on a procrastinator's desk;
Making the individual twitch with anxiety.
So mischievious and sneaky,
like a fox
it creeps up behind its prey,
taking it offguard.
An uneasy feeling it is.
Like an unsteady boat being teased
by an angry sea.
Looking at a mountain he's destined to climb;
Stress is the thunderstorm awaiting his prescence.
Like time on a broken clock, it makes you wonder.
It plays with your mind.
Stress is the light at the end of the tunnel
that you know you cannot reach.
I say to you.
Don't let your mind succumb to its curse.
To its wickedness.
Take it in, if not, let it out.
Let it be the milk to your cereal.
Let it be the icing on your cake.
You can climb that mountain!
Those clouds will fade away.
That fire will be extinguished.
Like turbulance on a plane,
it is just another bump in your
An ecstasy available to you and me -
Can be surpassed.