In place

Like a game of Tetris
He's lining up the blocks
In a way
That the stress doesn't pile up
The level of it is constant
Not variable as in the past
So the blocks continue to fall slowly
Getting them in place isn't too hard
Just two weeks ago
Life seemed like it would end
The overwhelming difficulty
Of handling even one
Of his numerous stresses
Was insane
But time has shifted places
Less at work and more free
used to think, analyze, and order things
As they should be
Looking in a mirror
A faint smirk he can see
Where a serious stare
Was locked in