I fill up my schedule with endless tasks,
To avoid the memories that continue to last,
With each ticking minute and passing hour,
I try to suppress my feelings with power.
I dive into work and bury myself deep,
And force my mind to think of things to keep,
My thoughts distracted from the pain inside,
Hoping the sadness will eventually subside.
I clean the house and do the laundry too,
And run errands until my to-do list is through,
I exercise and cook and read for hours on end,
Anything to keep my mind from starting to bend.
I don't want to sit and think and feel,
For fear that the emotions will become too real,
So I keep moving and doing and working away,
Hoping that with time, the hurt will decay.
But deep down I know it's just a delay,
The pain will resurface and come out to play,
And when it does, I'll have to face it head on,
And finally deal with what I've been running from.