I am frayed from the tautness of strained senses. My eyes are weakened from looking closely, brow furrowed. I seek silence for my exhausted ears. Muscle and bone, too, are talking quite loudly for my liking, unrelaxed and underutilized. At loose ends my legs refuse to rest, wanting to wander, the mind in hot pursuit. I will pace and wonder and again. Tension leaves too slowly. Growth hurts.