I used to be a Hurrier
always ready to rush
and to rush others
but what for?
what did I accomplish
in all those hurried moments?
did my checklist even have a purpose?
and it wasn't enough, to rush
it wasn't enough to always be on time
ahead of time
as if I could conquer the ticking of the clock
Now, I can't bear the sound of clocks
a tangible reminder of my Hurrying
because being prompt
efficient
orderly
was not enough
I missed on life
I forgot the details
I lost friends
I lost myself
and while I haven't found me yet
at least now
I'm giving myself
the time to look.

It's not much
but it's enough.