I am what is left of your inner strength
Your late hour motivational therapist
My name is Margaret, Maggie for short
I live on the bridge of your nose
I walk up and down, eyes to mouth
Searching for ways to keep you going
I would like to recommend some yoga
Maybe pushups, Sit ups perhaps
When was the last time you walked?
I know the answer to that
We need to talk about that too.
Write this thing already.
This and one more hour
Leave the junk-food alone
Keep your eyes open
Stay motivated to complete the task at hand
There will be rewards
Not the physical ones you like
Inner ones
Ones that will keep you strong
Don’t throw that pillow at me
We will do this, we are doing this
One word on top of another
Fit them, stack them
make them bleed
That’s the way
Poem, poem, poem
Now doesn’t that feel better?
I like the imagery of throwing a pillow at Maggie…this is a fun poem! Love it!
I love this. I can hear your cheerleader, yet your cheerleader is really you. So wonderful!