To Get it Done

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

Sometimes I just can’t.

I can’t do what I need to do

Even thought I know I won’t consciously be able to do anything else

Until it is done.

So I push through

Because it must be finished


By me.

So I push through,

I work it out,

I make it happen,

Even though it may not be finished

Or even good when it’s done.

But then, when it is finally over,

I am astonished,


And over


By the impressive quality of it

And just how motivated I am to do it again

By the end.

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