On My Hands

I truly am sorry for being late
and I hope you know it was not my intention.
I simply lost track of time on my hands
as I allowed my priorities to meet some contention.
I told myself it was important
to fit certain items into my schedule,
but when offenders to my goal arose
these contenders' objections seemed more than minuscule.
I seemed to see the hours slip by
but only in slow motion
almost surreal-like, helpless as a babe
who can do nothing but whine and cause a commotion.
I had no choice, after making a promise,
but to follow through on what once was said.
I could not just think what I could write
or try to remember all the apologies in my head.
Instead I knew the only plan of action
had to occur from my bravery in admission,
knowing that mistakes were made and priorities confused
but that my vows still had to come to fruition.
I finally took a stand of courage
and did what was sworn to take place
as I sprinted to make happen what needed to
and began to run the fast-paced race.
I now only made it with moments to spare
and realize I cannot let that occur again.
From henceforth I will do all as I say
and not be like the other swear-breaking men.
I will have the follow-through that shows that I care
and do all the goals I set out for myself,
but more importantly than everything else,
I will never again allow you to be put onto a shelf.