Take It

Let me tell you the story
of making your own story.
Some days, the plot twists into shit.
The third act seems way too long
Discordant songs. Wrong.

You're strong --
but --
nothing sells and the alarm bells
deafen till the ringing in your ears
moves to your brain and you're driven to tears --
and again and again the system beats you.

Shame. Loathing. Self Disgust and doubt.

All the bad emotions come to muster
but you MUST. You MUST know that
the other side of the filthy window
is the sun.

The warmth.

The end of the fucking storm.

The thing you work for.

It's there.
It's yours.
Take it.