From April 21, 2016. I thought about writing a poem that described how I was feeling. Realized I had already written one:
She told me
That someone told her
To set aside
Time
Each day for a
Reckoning,
A counting of things
One carries.
After checking my pockets,
My shoulders,
My soul, I have this
List
Of what I brought to school today:
My tea thermos
A school bag
The weight of my brother’s passing
Eighteen mental reminders
A wish to do today better
Four separate to-do lists
The grief and anger of loved ones
The burden of self-expectation
The need for self-forgiveness,
And the restorative power of
Patience,
Patience,
Patience.
Soapbox: The Way I see Things 
“The burden of self-expectation
The need for self-forgiveness,”
If that is not the perfect title for my future autobiography I don’t know what will be. I felt that complete list in your poem, but that struck.
Thank you. That’s probably the heaviest stone I carry…
Self expression is a beautiful thing…you have that down so beautifully.
Thank you so much! I appreciate that.