Under Pressure

A different kind of pressure

So hard to push this pain away

It swells in waves too hard to bear

My effort and my nerves are frayed

I long for when I had no cares

 

But now I'm under pressure, pain

My hands shake and sweat and try

To forget the time when I had gained

And never lost, the time I could fly

 

The sun shines through my window, bright

Yet my souls migraine turns away

Why can't I shrug off my small plight?

I can't ignore this pain today

 

 

 

copywrite 2008 Lyndsay Castro

Author's Note

A bad Fibromyalgia day.

Reviews

[THE LOST ROSE]

I was just searching around and discovered this wonderful piece of art. I really enjoyed the pace and the journey you took us through that day. I look forward to reading more of your honesty. Thanks you for sharing and come find me on this site. Your writing has inspired.

[Chaos]

I agree with Dionysus. I feel you pushing one way and than other. It felt like there may have been two poems combined in this one. Nice write and yes, a very interesting read.

[Dionysus Cain]

alot of direction in this poem, interseting read.

[EMP]

this is such a good poem. it has so much emotion and makes you really think about it. well done :)

[.::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.]

Amazing!!!
Your expresion of pain is great!!
I couldn't feel the pain you feel of corus because no one can unless they've been there but I can feel that there is huge pain!!
Great write!!

[LeeAnne]

Good job! I really like it. It has a lot of meaning and emotion.

[alyssa]

OMG!!! anothyer bad day!!! really good poem... remember that i will be thinking of you!!!!! miss talking to you but still thinking of you!!
your lil sis

[Forist.johnston]

'The sun shines through my window, bright
Yet my souls migrane turns away'

I love that part. =]

Though you spelt migraine wrong, if you mean like a headache. =] I thought it was a great poem and you captured and tamed pain in word form. Kudos to you.

[Joseph - Michael]

We all are always under pressure for all kind of reasons and they just never stop. We can't ignore the pain, because we still think of them...

Other than that, it's still pretty small piece, yet it means many great deal, so it's all good tho...

[Samuel Dickens]

I'm so sorry about the fibromyalgia. I think your poem is nice-- although the words are a little bumpy in spots, you do an outstanding job of getting your message of pain across.