Borrowed Poem

I borrowed this poem.  Sometimes, yes, it's how it feels.

Squeezing

from Diary of a Modern Matriarch by AndreAnna

There's a rope around my chest, tied tightly.

Can you?
Will you?
When can we?

Do you have?
Do we need?
Where is this?

My brain doesn't stop. My body doesn't stop. I begin to breathe harder.

When is?
Where are?
Did you?

What's this?
When's that?
Do you know?

I am superwoman. I can do it all. I will do it all.

Slow down.
Move faster.
Get me that.

Momma, can I?
Momma, UP!
Honey, you okay?

I don't know.