The clearing in the clouds

There are so many goals, that I thrive to complete,

But with fear looming large, my heart stifles a beat;

So many dreams, in each breath, I long to fulfill,

The uncertainty dangles, screaming loud and shrill.

The to-do-lists in my head, spill onto a million pages,

Overwhelming me as I add, I wish I could rip the cages.

The foam atop my coffee, I watch as it disappears,

Taking with it my burdens, the mountain of my fears;

"There is room for more, your cup won't overflow",

A hopeful voice in my heart calls- soft, firm and mellow.

I gape at the brew, as it colors, the water and the milk,

My dreams blending into life, glistening like smooth silk.

It is good that the days now pass, without my realizing,

The trauma of knowing is worse than all stress building.

I think of the woman, at the traffic signal, collecting,

Scooping out a puddle, who knows what she was doing,

Unaffected by attention; I wondered about her story,

Whose struggles are greater- her living or my glory?

I pondered for a long time, but life dragged me out,

"No moving out of line", the expectations gave a shout.

An old lady suffering burns had died in my arms,

I'd bandaged for hours, but I ought to have no qualms.

The baby I adored, the precious angel that once was,

Her eyes, big marbles twinkling, she left in me a cause;

I've tried hard to focus, yet I recollect not, her name,

She built the desire to cure, burning bright it's flame.

I know that no obstacle, no fear can shake my will,

In the midst of turmoil, the urgency to win adds thrill.

My thoughts give hope, they show me new direction,

I ain't losing steam, I'll chug away with determination.