I left
I was asked to go
I get to grow
But it feels way too slow
Or way too sudden?
I don't know
But it doesn't yet feel real
And I am reeling
From the lack of closure
From the pressure
I was under
That is just
Not there
Do you think Sisyphus
Ever misses the rock?
He had it on his back for centuries
They probably talked
I bet he told it all its woes
I bet they became bros
But that rock always comes back down
Doesn't it
In nature,
When something that is solid
Something not stretchy
Get really cold
Over a long period of time
It condenses
And becomes... brittle
When a person
Is in a very stressful place
For a long period of time
The stresses
Weigh down
And make them... bitter
When that brittle, bitter thing
Hits the heat
That is mean to stretch
That little ball of stress
Breaks
I feel as though I am breaking
From the pressure I am no longer under
I feel like I was under water so long
I thought I grew gills
Now I am back on land
With none of the thrills
I will be swimming again soon
Just hopefully not drowning
I am just not used
To not
drowning
I'm scared my new job will be different
But that is also what I hope for
I don't get fired from my old job
But I didn't exactly leave on my terms
I don't know
I have a lot to learn
But I need to go to bed now
I need to rest my head now
I need to stretch now
And heat up from the bitter cold
And I think I need to not do it alone
