The last few weeks
have been a hallway
that never quite ends.
Doors of emails, schedules,
and small emergencies
are knocking in rhythm.
Even the nights have felt like work,
my shoulders still carrying tomorrow
to bed with me.
So here I am on a Wednesday,
caught between what I have done
and what is still waiting,
needing something simple
like quiet
or a window
or a breath that doesn’t have a deadline.
My body is asking
to just be still for a moment.
To let the noise settle.
Because three more long days
are standing on the horizon,
and I want to meet them
with a body
that feels ready.