POEM: Endurance

Sometimes pressure is a pleasure
but in most times, it's not...
While we treasure
some simple moments
when you have pain
it feels like it's forever constant
and sometimes even violent
to the point that it's potent
and you still can't figure out
the concept
because you are so in depth
it's so heart felt
that even when you wept
you still did not understand
the feelings that you kept
and even as your back is 'down wet'
and you hit the reset
button nothing matters anymore
because you've already
surpassed the score
and what's more
you endured the pain
and still see no gain
but yet you can't contain
the immense joy
in knowing that
you have survived
another day

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