Initially I was planning on writing a poem
About my backpack being my Sisyphean burden.
But, I have come to realize that this assignment,
Is my Sisyphean burden.
Thinking, brainstorming, writing
All the way up the mountain with the completion of a poem in sight.
Meticulously making allusions and alliteration and injecting imagery into the work
Until I’m close to the end.
Then the doubts dance into my head
And the bashing of backspace begins.
Every tap of the key taunting me and my inadequate ideas.
My burden tumbles down the mountain
And, like Sisyphus,
I must start again.