Breakroom revelations at the end of a long shift
sometimes I wish everything was easier
but then I sit and stare
at this blank computer page
and fill it with words
as best I can.
and looking back on all that can be done
I can sense the joy in the pure mess of it
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Good poem! It’s something of which many of us can relate.
if no mess, no joy in clean-up