Eye lids as heavy as rocks hung from my face.
Body parts slinging pain to and fro.
Something inside me was saying,
“Give up and give in.”
That is the only way to go.
“Just stop already.”
“I cannot stop, nor even slow down.”
There are deadlines to meet.
Words must be proclaimed,
To the world.
Paragraphs must be embellished,
Phrases desire recognition, and
I must write.
“I am a writer.”
© Kurt Frazier 2016