My work is killing me. No. Not the whole me but the creative part of me. The poetic me...my alter ego that aspires to be a good writer, an excellent essayist, and a brilliant poet. It is too bad that I focused all my thoughts and energy to my work.
Now, sad to say, I lost me (bad grammar, whatever).
How can I resurrect the other part of me? How can I do that now that I have more burden to carry? More work to do? More problems to face?
But I will fight my current situation! I will spun new poems. I will create tales. I will react and analyze and criticize our society. I will....
....when the day comes that I successfully destroy the chains that binds my other personality.
But now I am struggling.