My back hits a soft surface. My feet hurt. My chest feels heavy. My head spins. My once closed eyes open to face the ceiling. The ceiling begins to transform. I see stars, different galaxies with a blast of color; pink, blue, green, purple. I see darkness. I see light. I’m floating. It's a beautiful experience. I smile and ready myself to be taken away by the universe. It's my time. But someone flipped the switch and I was being brought down by gravity. I was falling. It’s hard to breathe. I had to carry a lot of loads from family, friends, and co-workers. I had to take a lot of load from a gamemaster called life and I am a simple player. I am in the hands of a wide galaxy. I am confused, lost, hopelessly wandering in the abyss of imagination that crumples into the reality of either false hope or unattainable expectations. I look at my loads and want to cry, but I can’t. What I feel shouldn’t matter, shouldn't exist. I look at my loads and see the spectacle of memories of family, of friends, of co-workers. I panic, I shake, I can’t do this. I don’t want to do this. Why do I have to do this? I panic. I inhale then I exhale then breathe because if I don’t, I drown, I fall into a black hole unable to breathe, unable to see, unable to reach. The pressure is what I feel, pressure from loads I carry, Pressure from the draining demon that takes over mental; “I am too stupid they are too smart I will lose”, emotional; “tears cloud my vision if I let them fall I am weak if I hold them back I am killing myself”, What do I do then? Physical; My legs give out to the load it devours me my arms won’t lift me up, my muscles, my heart is giving out. I am too weak., and even spiritual. I can’t fight. I proceeded to be swallowed by this demon. I am a spectacle, a small microorganism in a world of big, giant, hungry demons. I can’t fight. But I inhale then exhale and breathe. My once closed eyes are now open, I stretch, I scream, I push, I pull, I fight. I am worthy. I am seen. I am big and can be just as mean. I am strong enough to fight. I am smart enough to fool the gamemaster. I am me. I inhale then exhale then breathe. I will fight and I will be victorious till...
the end.
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(I wanted to do my own little tweak of an epic poem although you can't really tell if it is...but my inspiration for writing this revolves around anxiety. ) 224Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2xWgkIGxi2
