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The pressure I feel in my bones - ORIGINAL PROSE

Pressure. Rise. Fall. Built anew. Its the rise and fall, the beat of my heart, the eyes upon me always, for it seems I'm forever destined to carry the world and those I love on my back, under pressure I rise, under pressure I shine then crumble to dust, remade, rebuilt, reconstructed into something new, something weaker, something stronger, something to lift and carry the weaker to lands anew, plentiful, beautiful, a new home. Pressure. Rise. Fall. Built into something new. Its the deadlines and workload, the expectations placed upon me, never allowing me a moment's rest, for I never wished for this pressure in my chest, the subtle shaking of my hands, the emptiness in my head, the dull, worn out blade no longer holding its once razor sharp edge, no longer recalling the finest of details, as faces blur into one and noises blend to a single jumble of incoherent noise. They expect me to follow, but all I can see ahead is the love and joy of others, my mind, body and soul shielding them from all which may cause them harm. Pressure, it lingers, the mighty shield never wavers, though its knees may buckle and bend, it stands tall all the same. Rise, never fall, be a saviour, stand tall and build something new, something to come from pain, regret and loss. Saviour, stand and stand for all time.