Stretched

To the limits.

Stretching the limits. 
Stretching my self worth. 

Stretched the legs enough to know .

The hard yards. 

The hard times, work, the burdens of regrets rejection, guilt and fear pain. 

Stretched I feel stressed, drawn out by the artist that is molding me. 

Stretch your imagination and heart. 

Where is that new start? 

Lack of sympathy, lack of clarification, lack of common sense.

Is all I'm finding in the mess of this decade of depression.