Break Time

I'm running high on adrenaline

Yet low in self-esteem

My head's pounding, expectations keep on breathing

On my neck, on my leg.

They want me to go faster,

And I run

In a place where everything's white

A white I despise, too bright,

That I couldn't recognize,

The color of darkness

Embracing,

Hugging,

Sucking me in.

I still try to run but

My legs are giving out and I

Stumble.

Again.

And for once, long overdue

I take a breath, and then two,

And I gasp for air

Like a newborn for his milk.

And I realize that this darkness

May have consumed me,

But also saved me

From me,

Destroying myself.

Because for a person who's lived for

Fulfilling expectations,

Nothing's sweeter,

Than silence mixed with darkness.