The stress stretches and weighs down my body

Literally I sink in the bath

And writhe with the pain and strain

Of being stretched further once again


With a creased, lined forehead

And equally lined wrists

I dream of washing the lines away

The lines on my body, the lines on the paper


Red ink on body, on ruled dictated paper

Beleaguered by others, work, pressures

Weighed down by the water in my lungs

Weighed down so heavily I cannot sing my song