Pounding, pounding, on it goes.

The noise doesn’t stop in her head.

Gears turning and churning,

Impossible to find a stopping point.

Questions flow through her mind;

Am I on the right path, or biding my time?

But finally a goal she sought arrives,

The one her brain pushes her towards.

Her heart quiets its screams,

Knowing now is no longer the time.

She needs a break, a moment of rest.

The heart hopes it’s time will come.

She hopes it doesn’t miss its chance

Next time.