18. Rest

 

Growing up where I did,

Resting was frowned upon,

Everyone kept on working,

To dusk from the start of dawn.

 

You can have a pause

Briefly, to catch your breath,

Then, you snap out of it,

To keep at it, was the strength.

 

 

A guilt still haunts me,

When I sit, doing nothing.

Unlearning those lessons,

From my brin, been sloughing.

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