Fighting The Fight

I place so much pressure on myself.

I expect the most out of myself,

always pushing myself to be doing the most, to be active, thinking, planning, executing.

I punish myself when I am still.

Consistently shaming myself when I have nothing to do.. As if that is a problem.

Everyday I face grave pain.

I endure it everlastingly with a mask on my face,

nobody would ever know.

I rise each morning and tend to my responsibilities

I ensure that all of my important things are done.

So what?

If I sit, sleep, or refuse to eat.

Aren't I still being responsible?

I am still getting things taken care of.

So here's to the last punishment!

I will be doing that no more.

Go,

Go sleep girl, go ahead and lay on the floor.

Be still and rest,

that's right.

I am proud of you my darling

for fighting your fight and then,

so much more.