Stress.

I’ll stomp in rage

Retreat in caves

Seal all doors

Then choose to brave.

I want to love

But I’m full of hate.

I’ll lie down low

Then face the siege.

I’ll use crutches

I’ll use sticks

I’ll walk around

But I will slip.

Because my bones

Are very weak

They need some time

Of rest to heal.

I am confused

By your pumping tone

Because right now

I can’t trust my bones

To support enough

To pace beyond time

But if I get a break

I will be fine.

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