A Pile of Piles

A pile of piles is what I see,

It doesn't end and seems so bleak,

I stand and sit but I never move,

Up and down it seems to build,

I am here now and ask for help,

Through asking I see and look for dents,

In this life now I want a break,

I see the ups and downs of life,

I know tis hard but can I see it that way,

Not the black or white but the grey of it all.