I have dozens of bushes

lined up and waiting to be dealt with.

Each one different,

some wait patiently for my attention

some demand it.

Everytime I procrastinate

waiting until the last possible second.

Sometimes it’s good to wait

some bushes bloom flowers,

but if I wait too long

the bushes grow out of control,

growing thorns, making bushes painful to preserve.

I always end up attending to them

trimming and reshaping them.

Some branches snap

forcing me to reconsider the shape I want.

I repeatedly prick my fingers on the ones that grew thorns.

I constantly remind myself to deal with them sooner

Even if it means no longer having the flowers.

All to avoid the pain

but I never remember soon enough;

I just keep beating around the bush.