Grace mcguire
Joined May 2021
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An Anthem To Myself
Pressure. That’s what it all comes down to. Pressure to invent some new, amazing thing. To start a movement, to find a cure, to make a difference. Pressure to set an example, to "follow my dreams". Pressure hovers over me, a mosquito in a black room at midnight. The buzz of its flight filling every part of the darkness. I can never pinpoint the sound, but now and then it comes so close that it’s deafening. And yet, no matter how loud or close it gets I can never catch it. The sound is too constant to ignore, yet too distant to silence.
By Grace mcguire 3 years ago in Poets