inexhaustible resources

of strength fueled by faith (working on it) and friends (I have finally found the best). I am so small and so weak sometimes it scares me. But I'm guessing that if the synapses are still firing and my heart is still pounding I am doing better than most. I won't lie, I want my cells to cooperate, though. I should love them more.

I feel like my back is up against a wall.
So much pressure on my mind to where I am sinking into brick,
as though there are a thousand sitting on my chest.
I guess my own body can only hold so much and then it's up to ___.
Time to wait and see.