My Response to Ability

Responsibility is my response to my ability to manage this life granted to me

Though often I grant the lightest feats be heavy-

My shoulders ache now-

Though I free my sense of stability I often find my reflection tired

Anxiety becomes expectations I must meet or die

Still I wake up the day after

I am alive

Whether goals melt into mistakes or blossom into medals

I am alive

Disappointment controls me by the neck because I let it

I am driven in many ways- not always by my own hand-

But if the list grows small the tasks are being done

Even if three manifests for every one

Then I am responsible

But at what cost?