17 Poem

 02/20/2023; Sophia Monteiro

17

Besieged by my fate,

i force an escape on a helpless situation,

Bothered by the reminder that water trickles down faster

the pressure of a waterfall crashing on my shoulders.

My soul holds as an “everlasting” rock , suffering the beginning of an erosion

I can sense the inevitable drown, my inevitable breaking point, as it's still far ahead- i've only just begun.

Despite the resent, I can't help but feel alleviated in a way,

The weight of the water reinforcing that responsibility

As if I’ve been given a sense of purpose so early on.

But will time ever run out?

Life’s only promise is the rock’s attrition in its final moments-

a reflection of all the heartbreak, struggles it took to finally be here.

The comfort in knowing that there are as many rocks, as there are infinite waterfalls.

The modern mass hysteria.