Thursday, June 11, 2009

stretched

The pain is good;
It makes me feel good about myself.
I can feel the prostaglandin and kinin flowing through my veins.
I am with my own elements.

Lift by lift.
I can feel the tear, the burst.
Shall I stop?
Beeds of sweat flow.
Running down my back.

I furrow my brows.
I clench my fists.
I grit my teeth.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
I carry on.

The burden;
So heavy,
But it's my ring.

Four scores of minutes,
In four days.
I am proud.
I shall make it a habit.



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