The Climb

Who knew
Something so small
Could become
So big?

Under my skin
It swells
Morphs
Becomes an army

Marches down my cheeks
Splashing
In the now present hollows
And continues

To my heart,
Crushing
Like silly putty in a child's fist
Oozing

To my stomach
Charging
Eating but
I am starving

Crawling
Slivers down my legs
Into joints
And back

Up my spine
Pausing
To breathe
Stealing me

Then up
Into the inner sanctum
pulsing
With unsung tomorrows

Tomorrows
It rips
From my
Unprotesting fingers

Stealing
even yesterdays
from
me.