Slip and Try Not to Slide

 I can feel the slip. 

I feel it in my chest. 

I feel it in my head. 

I feel the slip 

when I get mean.

I feel the slip 

when I lose all interest.

I feel the slip

when I snap back.

I feel the slip

I recognize the slip

I cannot control the slip.

I feel the slip 

when coworkers are too much

when customers are too much 

when my schedule is too much

when boys are too much 

when everything is too much.

But nothing is too much.

Everything is the same as it was yesterday.

Everything will be the same tomorrow.

And then it's just enough.

But as I slip, 

it's too much. 

Inside I know I can carry it.

A shallow thought says that's a lie.

Dig deeper, there is hope. 

It is not too much.

It is a slip.

Slips hurt.

They scrape.

They bleed.

They take others down with me.

But we will be okay.

Slipping is allowed.

Sliding is not.