Pressed

The weight of it all,
pressed above myself,
squishing my body to the ground,
hardly a chance to relieve this pressure.
I shouldn't breathe,
I'm afraid there is not much space for....
for my body to expand and contract.
I'd rather keep my words pressed,
kept deep under my tongue.
They're better well hidden,
doubtless they will escape,
The damage they could do,
caustic and rather toxic.

I'm not ashamed or afraid,
in facing this new afair.
My thoughts gather speed,
my heart pumping in tune,
I've faced this before,
just not expecting to so soon.

I'll conquer this quest,
hold myself up in the highest degree,
yet I can't shake this feeling,
that I still cannot breathe.