pressure isn't for the weak.

Sweats dripped, while the pen I gripped. Tears flowed, while echoes of the environment slowed. Blood dropped, as there is increase in pressure. Felt weakened, turns out I was more strengthened. Pressure isn't for the weak, they said. I realized power, within me towered. Being weak doesn't mean no power, it's atrracting more flower. And as it blooms, get ready to be not doom.