Poem: Life of a Problem Solver
Fight or flight
what problem do I have
to take care of now?
Every time the phone rings
I brace myself
for whatever has happened.
I steel myself
for the next issue
I have to address
I have to take care of
Even though my throat is scratchy
and my mind is cloudy
with the fog of fatigue
I'm the only one
the contact person
all day, every day.
Crisis after crisis
and even when the clamoring voices
grow silent
and peace reigns once more
I cannot relax
for I know that the cycle repeats
and that I have to face more and more
alone.
I am tired.
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