"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Pressure

Just because
everyone does
shouldn't mean I must.
I feel those pressures
more than most.
They pound inside my skin
wait to be free
from the chains
I keep around myself.
Is it worth
the restraint
I nestle into?
Time won't
reliquish that secret
to me.

1 comment:

"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."