So burned out and weary
this life looking dreary
Still, I press on. 

Energy, it's lacking
the fatigue attacking
Still, I press on. 

To-do's piling up
while emptying my cup
Still, I press on. 

Day-to-day so routine
the season, in between
Still, I press on. 

With my head in the race
continuing to pace
Still, I press on. 

Endless tasks, there's no end 
adulting, not my friend 
Still, I press on.

Thoughts of getting a break
hoping, but a mistake
Still, I press on.

As the night settles in
day coming to an end 
Still, I press on.  

Time to sit and unwind
Nope! more needs done, I find
Still, I press on. 

Then tomorrow, it dawns
and I wake with a yawn
Still, I press on. 

Arising with the Son
this marathon to run
Still, I press on.

Remembering the prize
towards Him, I turn my eyes
Still, I press on.

Copyright © 2021 Aimee Phillippi

*This poem was inspired by the following verse I read last night: I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. -Philippians 3:14