Recent years have pressed me.
I’ve been faced with pain.
I keep my head held high.
I keep moving.

Recent months have pressed me.
I’ve been faced with fear.
I shove it all aside.
I keep moving.

Recent weeks have pressed me.
I’ve been faced with heart ache.
I swallow all my pride.
I keep moving.

Recent days have pressed me.
I’ve been faced with regret.
I try to live my life.
I keep moving.

Recent hours have pressed me.
I’ve been faced with death.
I look at him and smile.
I keep moving.

But I find my conscience aching.
I find my heart is wearing thin.
I struggle to stand my ground.
Yet, I keep moving.

My mind is pinned with pressure.
My eyes are wet with tears.
My stomach sick from the pain.
Always, I keep moving.