Sticky Notes
Sticky notes, adhesive and bright,
Myriad colors in my sight,
In my room, they cover the walls,
Reminders of tasks, big and small.
They seem so simple, but to me,
They represent my antithesis,
A symbol of all I can't be,
Of goals unmet and missed chances.
My weary eyes scan each square,
A daily reminder of my affairs,
The notes mock me with their stare,
As if saying, "why aren't you there?"
I try to ignore them, to push away,
But they cling to me like the day,
My mind races, thoughts astray,
Caught up in the web they lay.
I wish I could toss them out,
Let go of this nagging doubt,
But they remain, without a doubt,
A constant reminder, a persistent shout.
Sticky notes, they seem so small,
But they hold me in their thrall,
A reminder of my every flaw,
A constant burden, a heavy maul.
I long for freedom, to break free,
From these notes and their decree,
To find a way to simply be,
Without the weight of my history.
But until then, I'll continue to write,
To add to my collection, day and night,
Sticky notes, adhesive and bright,
A constant reminder of my plight.
Copyright © K. Oliva | Year Posted 2023
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