As I judge myself in the dust collected on the TV stand
Glistening like specks of sunlit sand
I consider how concentration lost to competing screens
Has leadened the feet of some unrealised dreams,
And I recognise that I have lost some trust
In my focus which appears to be buried in that dust
Along with the paused projects and unread books
And unmade plans which need second looks,
Because the finger that could have drawn a line in the TV stand’s dirt
Instead scrolled away on a phone leaving me inert.
Hannah Going
October 2025
Hannah Going - Concerns 