Enough.
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This poem goes to all of those trapped in the
system
To all the students, teachers, hosts, engineers, mathematicians, scientists, philosophers, artists
This poem goes to all the managers, governments, teenagers, adults, single parents, consultants, project managers, lawyers
and lets not forget, this poem goes to the lifelong learners, to those who fight against the systemic flaws, to the rebels, to the activists, the feminists, the entrepreneurs
This poem goes to me, and you
How do we learn to say enough
in a world where boredom is not allowed
In a world where rest is a sin punished through shaming
In a world where productivity is measured by
exhaustion, pain, anxiety
How can we thrive
in a world without
personal boundaries
My energy is my
temple
and I have given it
away
I feel like eternal waves in the middle of the sea
trying to find their
way
How can we thrive in a world
where sleep deprivation, exploitation, and self-destruction
are our daily
routines
Abusing our
limits
I feel suffocating in between thoughts, tasks, responsibilities
I cannot
breathe
I cannot
think
I cannot
be
When is it enough?
My mind is getting wrinkles and scars instead of blossoming
my gut is in a battle it is
loosing
My eye bags give me away
They have written the word
Tiredness
In between the black veins flowing across my face
