Forward Into The Future Poem by Julia Luber

Sometimes I drive myself insane.
I push and push and push myself to a point
where some part of me considers there might
be no return: and all in the name of trying to
escape some pain and agony I can not even
explain; I can not even talk about.
It literally strikes me mute upon noted consciousness
of its occurrence, its happening. And this is bad.
And it's scary to know how far I go sometimes in
escape of something I can not face and will not
pick up a gun to cure. And I am not suicidal at all:
so, what I know would scare you-and so I
scare myself. By pushing and pushing myself-
far too far, far too close, somewhere I will never
return from because there is no way back.