all of her buttons
all of her luck
were pressed
she's distressed
a mess
because the world refused to be impressed
she was so sure she had it under control
she was so sure she could handle the rigmarole
but all of
her buttons
her luck
were pressed
she had no outlet to decompress
her pleasure vanished
sunk like the Titanic
no boat
just icebergs
stuck in the freezing water and trying to stay afloat
because all of
her buttons
her luck
were pressed into antidepressants
and all the world had to say
was she's her own biggest aggressor
and all the world had to say
was that there's a reason why press rhymes with stress
and all the world had to say
was all she has to do is
stop pressing her luck
all she has to do is
press the button
press enter
press the lever
and just ignore the pressure.
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2 thoughts on “A Poem: Pressure”
Invisibly Me
Very powerful. I like how you’ve focused on what the world says, like it’s so easy to stop the stress, ignore the pressure and essentially “choose” to be happy instead. It makes it feel like it’s merely us with the issue, causing our own problems and we should thus be able to control it and undo the damage. It’s not that easy to “ignore” pressure.
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Mrs. Ram Jam
If only we were in control of it. Absolutely.
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