Full Tilt

Go fast
Never slow down
Sleep when you are dead
Rest is for the weak
Adages we take too far
As we toil away our years

Mental health days mocked
Are you a wimp
Or are you merely lazy?
Never if you are well
And have pushed yourself too far
God forbid you recover strength

Weekends bring little solace
Errands and chores
Sleeping in a luxury
An illusion of catching up
Exhaustion will return
When you wake to the alarm once more

I am told this is life
No choice but to move ahead
Guilt is my gift for rest
When do I get to sleep?
Will I ever get to truly rest?
Or will I simply break?

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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23 Responses to Full Tilt

  1. Elle Knowles says:

    My life in so many words Charles! ~Elle


  2. This makes me tired just reading it. I have to admit, this pattern is oh so familiar. A little sleep would be nice once in a while.


  3. Hope it eases up sometime soon.. perhaps with the warmer weather you might get outside and do your work.. I am out all afternoon now and whilst I may do some work I am also taking some down time. I know tough with a young child but you are a priority too.


    • I do a lot of laptop work, so outside usually doesn’t last long. Possibly one of the rooms with more windows. Though I do think it’s not just me with these issues. Many people I know are pushed to work their butts off and are barely able to relax. When they do, there’s always that one person that acts like they’re being lazy.

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  4. L. Marie says:

    I hope the last line doesn’t come to pass! Hope you can feel the pressure let up.


    • Maybe some day. Sundays are really the only days I can ease into due to appointments and everything else. My son having a break causes chaos too because it means I can’t do anything until he goes to bed. Unless I get lucky and he gives me a day to work.


    • Although, it tends to be strangers and other adults that give me the most grief. At least the kid distracting me is fun and creates memories.


  5. The poem described my past. There will be a point when all of this will be a memory. Too soon in fact. Breaking is not an option.


  6. Try making one of the adults chronically ill.

    Solution: lower expectations. Cheat a lot. Rest – over and over and over and it is never enough.

    Try to do these things BEFORE you need them, or you may be the one to get sick.

    Life is not graded, nor won.


  7. Jack Flacco says:

    “Sleep when you are dead.” That phrase really struck me as my motivation in life right now. I can’t agree with you more, Charles!


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