The Challenger (Throwbackkkkk!!!)

       I've been having a lot of stress buildup lately. I feel like I'm about to explode soon. I'm trying so hard to release this stress and not worry about things so much. I try to throw off the my load in the dumpster and run to be naked and free and frolic in the meadows. Then every time I walk through that god forsaken door, they've dug it out of the dumpster and piled it back on me with some extra garbage they gathered from their parties over the weekend. Mehh...
      Anyway, today as they piled more onto my back, I started to feel physical pain in my back and my stomach turned with nausea. But I kept saying to myself, "It'll all be over soon" or "it's only temporary" or "it's not that bad. Things will be okay in about five minutes. There are worse things." ... I've been saying these things for a few months now. It's really starting to eat away at me. I remember when I believed these things entirely and then some... now it just seems like something that I need to say. I only partially believe it.
       Right then I was reminded of this bit that I wrote back when I was 17. I then had this image repeating itself in my head. Especially when more stress was piled on. This bit hasn't been posted on the internet in YEARS. I posted it on good ol' Myspace when I first wrote it. Then shortly after, I copied it onto paper and took it off. So here it is.



The Challenger
 
I walk along this dirt road
A giant platter over my head
I think to myself,
"Keep your chin parallel to the floor."

I continue down the path
and this little creature follows behind me
He throws rocks on top of the platter with childish giggles
I think to myself,
"Keep your chin parallel to the floor."

Up hills. Against winds.
Through rain, snow, and burning hot sun...
He continues to skip, sing, and throw
I think to myself,
"Keep your chin parallel to the floor."

I'm stressing. Growing tired. No!
I shall not allow myself!
I'll never get where I desire if I accept my weakness.
Most importantly, he must now know.
I think to myself,
"Keep your chin parallel to the floor."

I'm almost there. It's in sight.
I'm crawling at this point.
Thousands of rocks upon my back.
He continues that evil grin and horrid rhyme.
I think to myself,
"Keep your chin parallel to the floor."

I can't move. The platter still on my bback
As I lay flat on the ground.
But he continues to throw
because he still has not won
My body may be dead
but I will continue to lie there.
With my chin parallel to the floor.