NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Five, Poem Twenty-Four

Through

Grit teeth
on sand

time you
can't waste.

Tell self
no one born

slave to
routine

make self
subservient

to ones
who expect

to wake to
your steps.

Stay down
and system

stays down
with you.

You can't
take load

off back.
They wait

to jump
on now.