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