Gravity

I’m feeling the pressure

I’m putting on myself

To write one of these

Build day my day,

Pushing my brain

To be forthcoming,

Revealing what I don’t know is there,

Fearing I’ll run out of words,

Or use up all the good ones,

Which is absurd,

The idea I might use them up,

Not the fear.

The fear makes sense,

As does the fighting through it,

As fighting through it

Is the same thing as being alive,

The same as breathing,

Or walking against the air’s resistance,

Or rising against gravity,

Or anything else

Trying to push you down

Where it thinks you belong.