Bending
I could, but do not, break
I could bend under the pressure
I could give up and sit down, exhausted
I could sleep for days and refuse to try
I could give in to the urge and let myself relax
I could finally rest and close my eyes
I could lett all the hard work I've put in fall away
I could stop pushing myself
I could only do the bare minimum
I could, but do not, break.
This poem is about:
Me