Atmospheric Pressure
As I sit and draw in the air
through my hairy nostrils,
It flows through my heart ,
making it heavy like carrying a
fifty kilograms weight in my chest,
I breathe heavily to release this pressure .
Pressure of surviving this hardship and recession,
of not paying my bills;
of tasks that I couldn't carry out diligently,
I must stand and overcome,
As it weighs on my shoulder,
suppressing my will and zeal,
But the air is fresh and has a
soothing effect on my tender skin ,
The force per unit area is normal ,
Which gives hope! hope of standing tall,
As it taps and beats on my body,
Scientists call it air or atmospheric pressure.
8-8-2017
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