Breaking Free from Distractions
A Poem on Reclaiming Focus and Willpower
A task ahead, clear as day,
Yet my mind begins to stray.
Distractions call, a tempting lure,
Scrolls and clicks — oh, how they cure.
The pings, the buzz, the endless feed,
They pull me in, they plant the seed.
But deep inside, I know it’s wrong,
I crave the focus, sharp and strong.
How do I fight, how do I win,
When will alone feels hard to pin?
I’ll build the walls, brick by brick,
Each small step, the habit I’ll kick.
I’ll stumble, fall, but rise again,
Persistent through the fleeting pain.
Distraction’s hold will lose its might,
As I reclaim my mind’s clear sight.
Each time I stray, I will return,
For in the struggle, I will learn.
With every push, with every stand,
I’ll break these chains by my own hand.
The will is weak, but I am strong,
And to my focus, I belong.
One step today, and then one more,
Until distractions grip no more.
