CollapsingA Poem by sheila.jIt hurts when I fail not because I'm afraid of what others think, but of what I think The pressure of keeping up, of excelling farther, of pushing harder is a nuise around my neck and I stand on this tipping chair, legs chewed down like toothpicks ready to split to drop my weight and collapse into worn down pieces of wood for a fire that will never burn waiting for a spark that will never light because the matches are drenched in anxious sweat and I will hang above the floor with vacant eyes of someone too ambitious for their age someone who was possibly dead before the rope snapped their vertibra ceising the connections
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