My whole self is under pressure.
Heavy thoughts, weighing down on my mind;
Replacing rationality with absurdity.
Silent words, caught in my throat;
Adding to the lump that keeps me from reaching out.
My whole self is under pressure.
The constraint increasing
As I sink lower into this ocean of my creation.
Not making a sound but screaming.
Heart in my feet and God in my hands, I'm screaming.

And you, with your needle point words, answer my desperate call.
Poking holes in skewed logic and false conspiracy,
Reminding me that I can SWim.
Guiding me to the surface.
Helping me find relief from the repetitive

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