Pressure

I was not born to be forced. I will breathe after my own fashion. Let us see who is the strongest. - Thoreau

tomorrow has become today

now always seems like it's here to stay

i  awoke to a sunless day

wondering how black turns to gray

and what happens to unanswered prayers that i pray

along with everything else i say

takes pressure to squeeze a diamond

with arms that hug

fire to forge steel

time

to rhyme

and to run

with feet made of clay

Author's Note

"In any weather, at any hour of the day or night, I have been anxious to improve the nick of time, and notch it on my stick too; to stand on the meeting of two eternities, the past and future, which is precisely the present moment; to toe that line." - Thoreau