The Diary of a Struggling Genderfluid: 2

Slam Poem: Stress

What stress is to me

Is different to you

Stress may eat at you,

But it rips me in two.

Clawing at the very base of my throat,

It grabs a hold on my mind and it won't let go.

Weighing down my body with endless drag

Every single footstep of mine starts to lag

Slower and slower until I fall down

Try to get up, but my face is buried in the ground.

Supports pull me up on all sides

But it only pulls my muscles, makes me want to cry

The never ending soreness of my muscles and mind

I never can find the time to fully unwind

The stress overtakes me and I start to bend

Drown again in the sorrow

Hope to god you can mend.

Can you take up your sword and fight for me?

Stand alone as one on one,

Yet who you're fighting is three

Towers above you with darkness clouding the sky

And I am collapsed in the corner to cry

If you are brave enough to fight against my stress,

Then you my friend,

You deserve my caress.

-a slam poem by Markie Patrick Elliot, 5/18/16