Right now I am...
Overstimulated.
Underwhelmed.
Moving fast in a slow world,
And somehow still being outrun.
Overworked.
Underpaid.
Pouring hours and energy into a system
that writes my checks but never checks on me.
Overly dedicated.
Underappreciated.
Giving my whole heart to tables
where I’m barely offered a chair.
Overly giving.
Under receiving.
A vessel with a leak,
still trying to water everyone else.
Overpromised.
Under delivered.
Expectations high—out of reach.
Reality? A soft thud beneath my feet.
In over my head.
Head under water.
Still holding my breath.
Still hoping I float.
Irritated.
Aggravated.
Barely holding it together.
But together, still.
Under stressed—
Summer Walker Over it.
Which is to say, too numb to feel how heavy it all is.
Shoulder-shrug tired.
Soul-sigh weary.
Under the pretense...
That one day I will be—
Overjoyed.
Under my own roof.
At peace.
Finally.