Sunday Scaries

The Sunday scaries creep in slow,
As daylight fades, I start to know
The weight that presses, soft but strong,
A million things I need to get done.

The laundry piles, the emails ping,
The list of tasks that won’t stop springing.
Yet here I sit, with family near,
Trying to push away the fear.

A moment’s peace, a soft embrace,
But in my mind, there’s no escape—
The clock ticks on, a steady beat,
And Sunday night feels incomplete.

I want to savor what’s left here,
The laughter, warmth, the ones I hold dear.
But tangled thoughts, they race and spin,
A quiet panic from within.

To be both present and prepared,
To face the week, with some strength shared,
Yet here I am, a little torn,
Trying to rest, but feeling worn.

Tomorrow’s dawn is drawing near,
And still, I fight this quiet fear.
The week ahead—so much to do,
Yet here I am, just feeling...through.

So let me pause, just for a while,
To breathe and laugh and gently smile.
For in these moments, small but true,
I find the strength to start anew.