I feel the weight of everything

of all the possibilities

like plates grinding

or steam building in a kettle.

The force is so strong

but where am I to direct it?

Moisture forms from the pressure

beads roll down my face.

I honestly can’t tell you what’s wrong.

I don’t think anything is.

Everything is as it should be.

Even me in this moment.


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