March's Stress

This isn't exactly the sort of thing I would count as my literature, but since this is "Writer's Random Rigmarole", I decided to put it up anyway.

Reality, Practicality, Emotions.

They all come crashing down... merciless.

You try to stand straight.

It’s hard... But you don’t hit the earth.

Just... The weight is unbearable. And it’s

Gone.

Gone as soon as it had almost

Crushed your shoulders to

Dust.

Ah, the relief! But for a moments’ notice...

And it’s back.

Will it ever cease? The

Endless stress, pressing from

All sides as if to

Suffocate...

Will it?

I'll admit it's typically something a stressed out teenager would write to let out her feelings, but at the end of the day, that's what I am, aren't I? And on reading this with a fresh mind, I figured that pretty much everyone can relate to this sort of thing once in a while. So here you are.