I found this after I finished editing the story. I wrote the story on February 14th and this poem on the 5th of March. I just thought it would fit the story so I'm putting it here.
I find myself on one knee
I feel the gravity on my shoulders
The intensity is so dramatic that I can't seem to get myself to get up
And it's not even the weight that's the struggle
It's myself
Do I have the will?
I ask myself
Do I really have the power?
