ReadySteadyGo55

Like a never ending breath it sighs Constantly pounding on me It never lets up I never let up. Standing there I remember hurt The feeling is unwelcome and damp Like wet clothes, it brings me down And I stumble and push myself to the place beyond. There I am free of these stupid worries Things that won't happen for a few more months swarm my mind And yet I still think about them No matter how anxious or sick they make me feel. The puddle is gathering It expands past the edges that once held it in It reinvents the idea of "push yourself beyond" Watching it, I sink faster Just knowing that I can't do that Or maybe it's knowing t