pressure : a poem

written by gloria latimer

art by myra qualitz

Push a button 

Stress a thought that you didn't know ails me endlessly 

I sit and think 

A tank that is full 

And almost bursting from the pull of everything i do 

Understand that I want it gone My mind 

The pressure I find 

In every little thing 

I can never win 

So here I am; trapped 

Understand that I am trying 

And fighting, not flying 

But the pressure won’t defuse So what’s left? 

Self hatred and a bruise