This poem is inspired by my blog post ‘The Power of Deep Work: Unlocking your Potential‘. You can find the full post here:
The world keeps buzzing, fast and loud,
A thousand dings, a restless crowd.
We scroll, we swipe, we chase, we spin—
But lose the gold that waits within.
Deep work is not “do more, do fast,”
It’s focus fierce, a spell to cast.
One task, one breath, one steady aim—
The shallow fades, the work takes flame.
It’s when an hour feels like none,
And pages fill, the problem’s done.
It’s quiet flow, a sharpened mind,
A deeper truth you rarely find.
But focus is a fragile art,
Distraction pulls, it tugs apart.
The phone, the noise, the endless call—
They tempt you back to nothing small.
So guard the hours, make them rare,
Turn off the noise, protect the air.
Your mind’s not built for endless speed—
It blooms in silence, depth, and need.
For work that lasts is not a race,
It’s showing up with time and grace.
The truest growth, the finest spark,
Is born when you commit to dark.
So step away from endless noise,
And choose the harder, deeper choice.
In stillness, magic starts to rise—
The work that builds the life you choose.
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