I am

I am unstoppable and unreasonable.

I hear iron slamming and heavy breathing,

I see blades of green plastic in a sea of rubber pellets,

I grip an iron bar enwrapped in a rigid surface  in my hands.

I want to become what they told me I could never be.

I am unstoppable and unreasonable.

I pretend only I exist in this singular moment of space and time.

I wonder if this is truly worth the cost, even though they told me not to count it.

I worry this thread of time, holding this anvil of risks and gambles, will snap and plunge atop me.

I cry because every time I get up, I get knocked down on my back

I laugh at this insanity, this cycle of never ending pain--

But I get up.

I am unstoppable and unreasonable.

I understand I am crazy.

I speak of the unfeasible,

I dream the unimaginable,

I hope for one day--one day to be my day.

I reach for something that only my mind’s eye can see.

I am unstoppable and unreasonable.