I'm Clearly Not a Poet . . . but this is what's on my mind

Too many thoughts running through my head.

Boxed in, fighting to get out again.

Don't know where I come from or where I'm going.

Fight. Fight. FIGHT.

One more hour, one more day.

Don't know what happened to the life I had,

but it's over now.

Gone, with the wind beyond a storm.

And the calm after the storm is eerily quiet.

Peaceful in an uncomfortable way.

Work. Work. WORK.

Work until you are blinded by the sweat

running into your eyes. And one day,

One amazing day.

You will wake up and realize, this is your new life.

And you created it all by yourself.